"con" lyrics
Fuck
(Do the shit now)
(Look at that shit now)
My hands protected, black mask my face
I prefer to up by my lil' self, I ain't got racks for no case
Pussy boy better not let me know they want smoke wit' Fast
Lil' opp boy get erased
Real road runner, you a track runner, boy you better stop it
Blicky in my pocket, fuck
Bitch I whip for real, ain't no airbag ever popped out on me
Always need they twins, pussy boys, they can't even pop out lonely
Oh you lookin' for that za, it's bagged up right now on me
Uh, I turn to a con when I come outside, blickys at my house
Ain't no kids better bring they ass outside, that shit be a surprise
Nigga in the field better bring his ammo out
Hotbox a bando, hotbox a old car
I don't even give no fuck
Nigga can't be no bitch inside my hood, we rough that lil' boy up
In the field lil' Fast be wildin', I do my licks in silence
Slide up under the gate, that's how we get inside it
They said the feds be on our block, all these blickys props
12 respond to the call too fast, we gotta get this shit together
When y'all interview wit' lil' gang
He gon' tell y'all we used to sneak shit together
Bubble coat fitted, still got blicky
Fuck Atlanta weather
Got a extra clip in my bookbag, packed the mag too
I can't let you get these hollow pointers today lil' gang
These my last 2
Nigga actin' like he demonic, snatch a bag fool
Take a nigga down wit' my fye in the alley
Take his whole zip, I ain't give him no cabbage
Yo' fye pokin' out tryna look cool I'ma grab it
Nigga wanna talk 'bout 2's, let him have it
Nigga know cash rules in the trenches
Come to yo' appointment I beat up yo' dentist
Zaza smoke in the whip, it's scented
Stole lil' buddy guns, I told him to rent it
Nigga wanna talk 'bout fye, got plenty
Fuck
(Do the shit now)
(Look at that shit now)
My hands protected, black mask my face
I prefer to up by my lil' self, I ain't got racks for no case
Pussy boy better not let me know they want smoke wit' Fast
Lil' opp boy get erased
Real road runner, you a track runner, boy you better stop it
Blicky in my pocket, fuck
Bitch I whip for real, ain't no airbag ever popped out on me
Always need they twins, pussy boys, they can't even pop out lonely
Oh you lookin' for that za, it's bagged up right now on me
Uh, I turn to a con when I come outside, blickys at my house
Ain't no kids better bring they ass outside, that shit be a surprise
Nigga in the field better bring his ammo out
Hotbox a bando, hotbox a old car
I don't even give no fuck
Nigga can't be no bitch inside my hood, we rough that lil' boy up
In the field lil' Fast be wildin', I do my licks in silence
Slide up under the gate, that's how we get inside it
They said the feds be on our block, all these blickys props
12 respond to the call too fast, we gotta get this shit together
When y'all interview wit' lil' gang
He gon' tell y'all we used to sneak shit together
Bubble coat fitted, still got blicky
Fuck Atlanta weather
Got a extra clip in my bookbag, packed the mag too
I can't let you get these hollow pointers today lil' gang
These my last 2
Nigga actin' like he demonic, snatch a bag fool
Take a nigga down wit' my fye in the alley
Take his whole zip, I ain't give him no cabbage
Yo' fye pokin' out tryna look cool I'ma grab it
Nigga wanna talk 'bout 2's, let him have it
Nigga know cash rules in the trenches
Come to yo' appointment I beat up yo' dentist
Zaza smoke in the whip, it's scented
Stole lil' buddy guns, I told him to rent it
Nigga wanna talk 'bout fye, got plenty
Fuck
