Bracking - Bandgang Lonnie Bands, Sada Baby

Was brackin' P’s, makin' choppers jump like a trampoline

Lemon squeeze, already stocked on that XD

Tangerines, three hundred pills get you thirty keys

Mama mad at me 'cause she know her son stuck up in these streets

Seen a hundred G’s way before a rap check, huh

I paid twenty-one for these Roxys, nigga, blackjack, huh

I don’t get sleepy, I put opps to nap nap

Ain’t pay to get you popped, I just gave my dawg a hand dap

Huh, I’m the motherfuckin' general, it get critical

Boy, you know it’s surgical if I gotta get physical

My dawgs into takin' souls, they so spiritual

And yeah, I’m still sellin' hoes, they fuck for a slip or two

Huh, I think I’m Skuba Steve, surf down your block with these .223s, huh

Ain’t no future in your front, and I’m like MT, breathe

I’m gon' walk up on your ass, I don’t need no infrared beam

Huh, BG, SG, huh, WSP

Slide to your hood just to threaten niggas, huh

Nah, I’m cappin', get to scrappin', get to stretchin' niggas, huh

Put that money on your head or we could bet it, nigga, huh

Poody got me out my contract, I’m pressin' niggas

And who gon' check a nigga?

Huh, disrespect a nigga, hah

I be done left a nigga, huh, right where I met a nigga, hmm

Dump the extras out the clip for any extra nigga, huh

Law and Order with that bop, he a special victim

I pop three Percocets to sex them bitches

We sell bricks in my trap to bless the business

Water gun a whole crime scene, we wet the witness

Especially if them niggas look like they gon' get to snitchin', huh

R.I.P.

to Kobe Bryant, know the game gon' miss him, huh

He probably came helicopter avoid you lame niggas

I be done came at you, tried to shoot you in your face with it

I be done came on your bitch ass and her face with it, ooh

Freaky Kuz’ll fuck you up, I ain’t gon' play with it, huh

Red bandana my right leg, know I stay with it, mmh

Up and under, baseline, Doctor J with it

Pull up in a rental with the drank and the Dracs in it, huh

Was brackin' P’s, makin' choppers jump like a trampoline

Huh, tangerines, three hundred pills get you thirty keys

Mama mad at me 'cause she know her son stuck up in these streets

Hey, was brackin' P’s, makin' choppers jump like a trampoline

Huh, tangerines, three hundred pills get you thirty keys

Mama mad at me 'cause she know her son stuck up in these streets (Huh, hey)