Computers (feat. Bobby Shmurda)

Squad

Huh? Huh? Huh?

All these computers

All these computers

All these social networks and these computers

Got these **** walking 'round like they some shooters

See them in real life, they trying to bust maneuvers

Like, pussy, talk that same shit from your computer

Just picked the cash up, they had the boy medulla

Call up my broski Gene and I call up the jeweler

I just spent some cash on a pinky ring

Just made some brand new shmoney, what the fuck you think?

And, bitch, I'm heading to your city

Just to clap up all them sittas

Me and JJ went from fifty

Filled up the gas tank, it was empty

We heading out to Philly

Smoking Fronto, bitch no Phillies

I got racks all in my Billies

Shout out to Slice, that's my Billy

For Kokane Shyste, I'm getting trippy

Right to the other side with my guys and get busy

I'm shooting up the streets, not the gym

I'm shooting at these suckers, no the rim

2Pac, above the rim

Put two shots in his chin

Ran down, he jumped the fence

I ran down in my Timbs

I saw the pussy through the tints

I was in that boy Memph' Benz

With some shit that extend

Put two shots in his friends

For Kokane Shyste, I go in

For Shyste, I go in

And free my dogs out the pen

They shooting shit, Jeremy Lin

RIP that boy French

He still in Vegas with my friends

Buying out the bar, still going in

Flying down a motherfucking strip

And I got court on the fifth

Tell the D.A. suck a dick, not coming in

Gingerbread bitch

On the road, headed to that bread, bitch

Brand new shmoney

Bitch, I just got some brand new shmoney

So you wanna talk shit and run your mouth?

You wanna see my black ass right in front your house?

With some Shmurdas and the flag wrapped around my mouth

I ain't come to talk, I came to bang it out

Just called them things up

They begging, bro, don't shoot him

But once he disrespect, it's like I gotta do him

I just spend some cash on a .40 Glock

And my **** Killa ran through like forty Glocks

And I'm headed to your block

Just to unload all these glocks

My AR hold 30 shots

That's word to 'Kane, that's word to Hot

Bitch, I'm hated by many

So I gots to keep the semi

For Kokane, we pour up Henny

'Cause for Kokane, we done shot plenty

I should say sorry to Ms. Penny

She caught me broad day in the street shootin' jimmies

I'm running **** down in they groups

I'm sliding over cars while I shoot

I think that I'm Tom Cruise

But, bitch, I'm Bobby with that tool

Run up on him, act a fool

Make sure I hit you, you, and you

Got the drop, I let Monte loose

That's man downs in front the school

And we still trappin' like some fools

Bitch, I been trapping up since elementary school

Told my teacher suck a dick, I'm selling food

I told my teacher suck a dick, I'm selling food

And free my daddy of the You-know

He killed shit, bitch, grab a tombstone

RIP my **** Pluto

He still in Vegas with the bros

Loading up that thing, still smoking dope

Wilding on the motherfucking road

And I got court on the fourth

Told the DA, lick my balls, not getting caught

Gingerbread bruh

On the road smoking hella dope, bruh

I just got a brand new burner

I just got a brand new burner

Shmurda