Exposing Me

This all facts, this ain't no fairytale

Punched on Zay in the pen, **** be scared in jail

While **** was gettin' inside the car, I was yankin' still

Day Day had a thousand dollar bond and couldn't pay the bail

Exposin' **** on these Pro Tools

Just was in the pen' with Boy Boy, that **** was off the spice and ain't have no food

Smokin' **** I used to be close to

Ayy, I'm into hittin' **** blocks and doin' that one dance, you ain't got no moves

Bounced out on Lil Boog and chased him up the street

Got nothin' against him, just was tryna get him gone 'cause he from 3z

Punched on Nano face, I had him in the county coppin' pleas

I had him like, "I'm from the North, I ain't from Flys, that's they beef"

Yeah, no white flags, put belt to ass if you fuck with ****

Benzo, you better step with Waunte, you was runnin' with him

They call me Draks, but I put fully on a couple ****

Maxx said, "Fuck Sutter," so I slid and dropped a hunnid with him

Spanked on D Money 'fore he died, had him gettin' low

Dracy in my pants, got me walkin' like I'm pigeon-toed

Slo-be Mode, I'm on that time, that's who I'm spinnin' for

I popped him six times, had him squirmin', crawlin' on the floor

I love them baby ARPs and how the bitch shoot

And the Gen don't even matter, it's gon' get used

Told Dada play the back seat and watch me get through

And Jefe was a donkey from they side, know they gon' miss dude

BNice got popped and started rappin', that's a real victim

Make it make sense, why would y'all say my name if I ain't kill ****?

If he run from you, make sure when you chase him, you put your heels in it

Perc' make me feel different, I think Sauce still livin'

But fuck Quaccey, how you die from a bat?

A **** gotta earn this B, I ain't goin' out like that

Waunte another victim of the Hotz, we put that belt to ass

Had him crawlin' under cars prayin' that the fully jam

Back to 2020 Jaaybo, I been on ****

Free my twin Play, got scenes with him, that's my clone, ****

Snowwy pimpin' minors, check the ID of your ho bitches

And we the real new money, you **** ain't gettin' no chicken

 

Hit they block, bounce out, put switchy on like four ****

Since I was sixteen, I've puttin' belt on old ****

He was tryna make it home from court, we put them holes in him

And won't pull that Draco 'less I'm tryna take a soul with it

Uh, I can't walk out my front door without my pole with me

You know we not locked in, you never got out here and stole with me

I been on plenty missions, he's not official if he ain't rode with me

I'm on an opp block tryna cook a ****, but I ain't got no stove with me

Stop all that dissin', ****, come and pick your mans up

Dude tried to run, them 7.62s ate his pants up

They think I'm not gon' spin 'cause I done went and got my bands up

Tried to swing my door, but it was locked, it fucked my hand up

He was talkin' like he was gangster, he got booked and gave his mans up

Postin' all them guns on Instagram, that shit ain't scarin' us

You say you keep your gun, so when you see us, what you ran for?

You was talkin' crazy on that song, that got his mans clucked