"Linkin Up" lyrics

"Linkin Up"

Fuck the 'Wokk, got the Makks linkin' up, throw up MB then we packin' 'em up
Nigga, we was just bendin' through blocks with the gun, get to jammin' up close then we fuckin' 'em up
Wanna know how to creep? Start bucklin' up, twistin' his fingers, his ass outta luck
Nigga, I'm with the Ape, he gon' stomp on the Bee, if he get in that mode, then your ass better duck
Green light, stick to the plan, watchin' em, creep with the tan
Mad at my bitch, so we out to the opps, get to bangin' the key, this shit burnin' my hand
Word to bro, they don't come to the land, G under the arm, Ds searchin' my pants
Ran into Dot, tried to send his ass up, started breakin' the G, why the fuck did it jam?
Fuck is a Maybach? Nigga, I spray that, smokin' on Notti, his blood in the train tracks
Poppin' the pill, start holdin' your chest, nigga, pass it to Adot, on bro, I'ma face that
E With The Dot put the dot on his face, lookin' over the body, can't tell where his face at
Bino a dick, put a O in his head, nigga, Pop ain't do shit, needa get up and spray that
OY with the Kreeps? We dumpin' on Kreeps and the Bees
Keep your eyes open when we walkin' through P'zz, nigga, get on that car, almost flicked on the Ds
Big .4O, double hand on the key, nigga, favorite attachment, it came with a beam
Adot, Edot, Bino, Ray, nigga, all of 'em dead niggas restin' in pee, baow-baow
Watchin' 'em jump out the hot car, hawkin', the bullets is not far
Creep on the Kreep, tip-toe when you walk, listen out for the Ds, they might jump out the cop car
Bullets, burn like a hot bar, Adot the pain, word to bro, he the top star
That's why they tight, it hit better than 'Dot but won't do it for Notti and jump out the hot car
Mentionin' Bones? Man, I don't understand, BB the Hound got scratched in the can
Niggas suckin' my dick, what the fuck did y'all do when lil' LA had died for the mish' right on cam?
Like, go and do it for 'Dot, took him a perc' and his whole body dropped
I ain't wanna do it but niggas keep forcin' my hand so I'm smokin' on Suicide Block
All of this rappin', all of this cappin' and rap to this shit like he steady on bad shit
Where the fuck was lil' DD when Notti got stabbed on the train and he turned into ashes?
'Dotty done blew off his face with his gun and y'all cryin' on live, he a basket
Dotty was smokin' on Notti for real, why the fuck you ain't come out the store on your Makk shit?
Word to bro, it was me and lil' Nazzy for real
I don't gotta say, I got love for the Glos, nigga, blazin' for B, man, this shit done got real
Walkin' up close, anyone dissin' Bones, niggas know how we get, get to showin' our skills
Know how we get, I don't know why they rappin' on beats, ask Pop when we got in the wheels, word to my dead