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Tack By Kemp

Album: Tack By Kemp Durasi: 2:15

Got some niggas on the other side

And that boy strapped with a motherfuckin' Gat

All my niggas down to ride

50 shots to your head and a hunnid to your back

Homicide, we gon' slide

Put my trust in that gun, I'll never trust in that bitch

G got mob ties

And I know some Blood that'll get your shit wet

Pourin' up a drink, yeah we sipping on that act, yeah

And we smokin' all threat

Ten got the glizzy, Middle Mic got the MAC, yeah

He done knocked off your hat, ran off with the work

I ain't fumblin' with the pack

I'll kill you, baby, before you blow out my back

I don't ride old school, bitch, I'm speedin' in the CAT

I'm about to set a trap for you motherfuckin' rats

Lone wolf moved on, he a mouse, he a rat

He was signin' on them papers while his mama in the back

We gon' spin this block, ten Drac's and a MAC

Hop out, curb stomp him 'til his brain go splat

I'm a real gangsta, you just puttin' on an act

Yeah, his bitch wanna fuck me, so he hate me, that's a fact

I used to sell work, yeah I used to sell crack

And now I got a strap, everybody gettin' jacked

Tell me why they hatin' on the motherfuckin' genius

You want a verse for free, man, let's do it because you big

Two bad bitches wanna fuck and suck D

I ain't stingy with the bitch, so I let her fuck the team

Chop got the scope, red laser, yeah, a beam

Ran so thick make your bitch wanna cream

I'm livin' like I made it, yeah, somethin' like a dream

Shot a hunnid something rounds, listen to him while he scream

Came too far to let a sucka intervene

I'm just tryna lay low, but they tryna cause a scene

Dude still mad 'cause I jacked out some green

I'ma give it back to him plus a hollow in his spleen

Thug 'til I die, blowing gas to the sky

And my brother needing assistance, you know I'm finna ride

Bitch, you playin' stupid, don't know why you finna cry

I done told your ass once, I'm not the fuckin' guy, yeah bitch

Got some niggas on the other side

And that boy strapped with a motherfuckin' Gat

All my niggas down to ride

50 shots to your head and a hunnid to your back

Homicide, we gon' slide

Put my trust in that gun, I'll never trust in that bitch

G got mob ties

And I know some Blood that'll get your shit wet

Pourin' up a drink, yeah we sipping on that act, yeah

And we smokin' no threat

Ten got the glizzy, Middle Mic got the MAC, yeah

He done knocked off your hat, ran off with the work

I ain't fumblin' with the pack

I'll kill you, baby, before you blow out my back

I don't ride old school, bitch, I'm speedin' in the CAT

I'm about to set a trap for you motherfuckin' rats