SoIcyBoyz 3(feat. Gucci Mane, Pooh Shiesty, Foogiano & Tay Keith) (Explicit)

SoIcyBoyz 3(feat. Gucci Mane, Pooh Shiesty, Foogiano & Tay Keith) (Explicit) - Big Scarr/Gucci Mane/Foogiano/Pooh Shiesty/Tay Keith

Lyrics by：Alexander Woods/Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/Radric Davis/Lontrell Williams/Kwame Khalil Brown

Tay Keith

This too hard

Ayy

Ayy

Blrrd

Section 8 'partments

I'm valid on pavement

Serving narcotics like back in the '80s

Back in the '80s

We got that gas you can't get at the station

No

No

The junks hit the d**e and it made 'em go crazy

Junks hit the d**e

We got more d**gs than the nurses at Grady

Nurses at Grady

Worse come to worst

I'ma sell Nancy Reagan

Sell Nancy Reagan

Woke up today

Our community gated

Community gated

Looked in the mirror like

N***a

You made it

D**n

You made it

Thinking 'bout all of the charges I skated

From robbing and taking to enter and breaking

Can't bring it up

I shake the pot

Make that jump to an eighty

Jump

Smoking Jamaican

Eyes low as an Asian

I'm all in Miami

Strapped up like a Haitian

Know I'm strapped up

Peep that they thinking

I feel the vibration

Shake 'em up

Bullets gon' hit

Feel a burning sensation

Blrrd

Flipping that turf

Have you running and racing

Blrrd

Blrrd

These junkies my patients

They walking and pacing

Wait up

Wait up

I had to cook up

Had to tell 'em

Be patient

Wait up

In my duplex with the bricks in the basement

Bricks in the basement

Real street n***a

Never wrote no statement

Never signed no papers

The team on the come up

We hardest to come out

Hardest to come out

Ball like I'm Jordan

Yeah

I stuck the tongue out

Stuck the tongue out

N***as got no cars

They sticking they thumb out

They sticking they thumb out

Keep it a hundred

I'm bringing the drum out

Bringing the blrrd

I pull my gun out

Let's see how the turn out

See how it's gon' turn out

My jits be bookin'

They won't put the blunt out

Won't put the blunt out

They say it's a drought

Make it rain when the sun out

Skrrt

Skrrt

All red Royce

Skrrt

Skrrt

Do a burnout

Skrrt

Skrrt

My word is the law

No cap in my bar

No

No

Put ice on my heart and put tats on my scars

No cap in my rap

Might won a battle but lost the war

Lost the war

1017

We 'bout to ball

'Bout to ball

I got sixty shots in this Drac'

Sixty

He move once

Won't move again

Move again

Talkin' all that s**t

We burnt his bones

What

His ashes caught the wind

They up in the wind

Tolerate no disrespect

No

I'm Beyblade how I get to spinning

Get to spinning

Dump him in that water

Bye

He ain't swimming

Boy

That n***a missing

Woah

Woah

Woah

We don't blank on missions

Now he missing

Swimming with the fishes

He with the fishes

Wockhardt got me pissy

Diamonds glisten

Strapped up with that Glizzy

All my clothes be fitted

G-Star denim

These not True Religions

No True Religions

If I take your soul

I'm not repenting

Grim Reaper my religion

I'm not no Christian

Can't show the internet how I be living

Still steamer ride through the city

City

Stay out the way and get paid

N***as all in they feelings

On the internet

Talking like b***hes

They all acting like b***hes

Money come in different ways

I'm a junkie

Off track selling bowls or I'm breaking a b***h

I'm breaking a b***h

Yellow gold on my wrist

Looking like piss

Piss

If I go broke

Then I'm taking a risk

A risk

How you be sliding

But nobody got hit

Huh

Yeah

We double back if we feel like we missed

We missed

Yeah

I dropped a opp before I dropped me a hit

Yeah

I'm not like these rappers

I'm not finna diss

These n***as cap

B***h having cake

Make your b***h make a wish

A wish

I keep going up

N***as keep throwing fits

Phew

Ten thousand ain't nothin

Blow this s**t on a fit

Yeah

Yeah

Remember they doubted me

Now look

I'm rich

Yeah

Yeah

What

Still in the hood

Posted up in the bricks

I still will mask up

Put that fire on them b***hes

On God

N***as be put up when I'm in the city

Yeah

I'm tired of beefing with n***as who snitching

Y'all n***as snitching

N***as don't want smoke

They just want attention

What

Double R gang

B***h

We be standing on business

Standing on business

We really 'bout action

These n***as pretending

Pretending

Ayy

Big Blrrd

Yeah

Big F&N for these f**k n***as

F**k 'em

Load your choppers

F**k 'em

Grab your vest

Grab a vest

I'm still with them killers from Willett

Blrrd

You know who shoot the best

Who shoot the best

Ayy

I passed the shot off to KD

Yeah

Felt like the point guard on the Nets

Right on the Nets

I'm off a duece of Wock'

Wock'

Three of Tris

And 'bout two Percocets

Wock'

Wock'

Wock'

Ayy

Talk s**t like I'm five hundred pounds

I'm strapped with like three hundred rounds

Hundred round

And I still will take your bowl from you

Blrrd

Know we quick to slime some s**t down

Slime 'em down

Drop thirty thousand on his top

Blrrd

Blrrd

Now they on his a*s like a flagrant foul

Flagrant foul

Don't got a cup

No

You can't come around

No

Poured an eight

I'm in zombie town

In zombie town

Ayy

The car was still moving

Couldn't wait

I had to jump out

Jump out

Make sure you shoot through a clip when you run down

Ayy

Police keep taking my guns

I can't run now

Slept on his block for so long

Now the sun out

Got rich

Turned my apartments up

Yeah

I took my chain back to the compound

Ayy

The compound

Ayy

We go by codes up in the field

Drop an opp

We call that the touchdown

Ayy

That's the touchdown

Blrrd

Blrrd

Big Blrrd

Huh

I got sixty shots in this Drac'

Sixty

He move once

Won't move again

Move again

Talkin' all that s**t

We burnt his bones

What

His ashes caught the wind

They up in the wind

Tolerate no disrespect

No

I'm Beyblade how I get to spinning

Get to spinning

Dump him in that water

Bye

He ain't swimming

Boy

That n***a missing

That p***y n***a missing