"Dealership" lyrics
(feat. Yagi B & Set Da Trend)
It's a bandemic so run up the packs
He screaming O, it's a K after that
Send three to get low
Came his way after that
Walk up on that car, leave his brain on his lap
One thing about me, I'ma aim when I attack
Ain't no stoppin' what's comin' when gangnem attack
And you claim that you tough but you know you a rat
You talk on the dead, ain't no takin' it back
Bullets hot, the choppa make him freeze
She can't talk, that bitch up on her knees
If it's up then it's stuck, then I ain't coppin' pleas
Two knocks in the car, we don't stop for the D's
You can get shot if you plottin' on me
On that block, where we riding, we die for JB
Got shot by a dyke, that can never be me
You know my neighbor [?]
Them Flockas be flockin', sweep you off your feet
We got knockers on knockers, when you want to link?
They like, "Set Da Trend buggin' every other week"
We got bottles on bottles, you know you want to drink
Pistol bullets, they making them hop
Don't wanna box, bullets making them drop, like (Every opp shot)
EBK DOA's in the spot
If he moving slimey, we wiping his snot
Pop a yellow, I beat up the box
She spot a Flock, now she greetin' the block
Ain't no switchin', I swear it's no other
Kay Kay Jackie, I'm moving like Tucker
Baddie she shakin', no I cannot love her (Shake that shit)
Fell in love with her, I'm shooting it under
Notti gon' flock 'em, he don't need a number (Like)
Think they buggin' but we doing dumber (Grrah-grrah)
Oh, she giving them niggas the drop?
They came to line him, we linkin' or not?
Think we fucking but she getting shot
Bullets is punchin', they knockin' her box (Knockin' her box)
I call Gotti for addy's and thots (Gotti)
Scottie too hottie, he clearin' the spot (Grrah-grrah)
We get muddy, we don't do Ciroc
Shawty she limpin' of the patty bop
I'm the Flocka promoting the violence
Rappin' and slidin', I don't do the hidin'
You know Yagi B buggin', rollin' off the bean
Everything dead I ain't tryna be lean
He got shot in his head what the fuck do we think?
Like, move, look
Roscoe got beat, got his shoes took
I thought you was a shoota?
OY, O what?
Scream that at me and I'm sendin' them up
Fuck Caine, in JB I trust, look
End this party and you leave with a new one
Gang in the spot, what you want?
Say you freaky then do us
I got za in my system, I'm too up
If he mention JB, I'ma boom 'em
I can still call shh to 'oot 'em
He screaming O, it's a K after that
Send three to get low
Came his way after that
Walk up on that car, leave his brain on his lap
One thing about me, I'ma aim when I attack
Ain't no stoppin' what's comin' when gangnem attack
And you claim that you tough but you know you a rat
You talk on the dead, ain't no takin' it back
Bullets hot, the choppa make him freeze
She can't talk, that bitch up on her knees
If it's up then it's stuck, then I ain't coppin' pleas
Two knocks in the car, we don't stop for the D's
You can get shot if you plottin' on me
On that block, where we riding, we die for JB
Got shot by a dyke, that can never be me
You know my neighbor [?]
Them Flockas be flockin', sweep you off your feet
We got knockers on knockers, when you want to link?
They like, "Set Da Trend buggin' every other week"
We got bottles on bottles, you know you want to drink
Pistol bullets, they making them hop
Don't wanna box, bullets making them drop, like (Every opp shot)
EBK DOA's in the spot
If he moving slimey, we wiping his snot
Pop a yellow, I beat up the box
She spot a Flock, now she greetin' the block
Ain't no switchin', I swear it's no other
Kay Kay Jackie, I'm moving like Tucker
Baddie she shakin', no I cannot love her (Shake that shit)
Fell in love with her, I'm shooting it under
Notti gon' flock 'em, he don't need a number (Like)
Think they buggin' but we doing dumber (Grrah-grrah)
Oh, she giving them niggas the drop?
They came to line him, we linkin' or not?
Think we fucking but she getting shot
Bullets is punchin', they knockin' her box (Knockin' her box)
I call Gotti for addy's and thots (Gotti)
Scottie too hottie, he clearin' the spot (Grrah-grrah)
We get muddy, we don't do Ciroc
Shawty she limpin' of the patty bop
I'm the Flocka promoting the violence
Rappin' and slidin', I don't do the hidin'
You know Yagi B buggin', rollin' off the bean
Everything dead I ain't tryna be lean
He got shot in his head what the fuck do we think?
Like, move, look
Roscoe got beat, got his shoes took
I thought you was a shoota?
OY, O what?
Scream that at me and I'm sendin' them up
Fuck Caine, in JB I trust, look
End this party and you leave with a new one
Gang in the spot, what you want?
Say you freaky then do us
I got za in my system, I'm too up
If he mention JB, I'ma boom 'em
I can still call shh to 'oot 'em
