"Committed" lyrics
I know some niggas who hated on me
I stood on that block with that burner on me
I know some niggas who hated on me
I stood on that block with that burner on me
Just me and my dawg on that early morning
Let a nigga come play, we gon' burn his homie
Hit the cut on a nigga then creep up on him
Say I don't wanna talk, put that glizzy on him
All that flexin' for bitches, my shooters want him
Put a ten on his head now my shooter on him
I really been slidin', you know I'm committed
When I say I'm vibin' I mean that I'm chillin'
And I got like thirty-three shots in the glizzy
But I ain't got thirty-three opps I can mention
Smoke in the air and I'm feelin' the tension
Find out where he at then we comin' to blitz him
If we get the drop then we comin' to kill him
I don't want just one, we want all of them niggas
I don't want just one, I want all of them niggas
They callin' me pussy, but still ain't come test me
The first nigga try me gettin' popped in his melon
Opps yellin' get back but they big homie tellin'
Put a opp on a Glock now it's time to go sell it
I'm missin' lil' Boog, hope he made it to heaven
This street shit get wicked, I'm so sick of stressin'
Been fightin' depression, I'm due for a blessing
Fuck all you niggas who plotted on me
Everywhere that I go got that fye on me
I pop out with that draco, put fire on 'em
They stay switchin' they blocks, we be slidin' on 'em
I pop out, shoot a hunned, promotin' violence
If I come through with Celly, somebody dyin'
When I talked to lil' Jizzle I started cryin'
I ain't runnin' from shit, all them niggas lyin'
I can't vent to nobody but steady tryin'
Pour a deuce in my soda and jumped in a Rover
I'm mixin' the lean with the lemon-lime
I'm forever a soldier until this shit over
I'll go on a war if you one of mines
It's a shootout in public, I'm feelin like fuck it
Don't care where we at, yeah, I'm slingin iron
Ain't no runnin' from death or that jail time
I know some niggas who hated on me
I stood on that block with that burner on me
Just me and my dawg on that early morning
Let a nigga come play, we gon' burn his homie
Hit the cut on a nigga then creep up on him
Say I don't wanna talk, put that glizzy on him
All that flexin' for bitches, my shooters want him
Put a ten on his head now my shooter on him
I really been slidin', you know I'm committed
When I say I'm vibin' I mean that I'm chillin'
And I got like thirty-three shots in the glizzy
But I ain't got thirty-three opps I can mention
Smoke in the air and I'm feelin' the tension
Find out where he at then we comin' to blitz him
If we get the drop then we comin' to kill him
I don't want just one, we want all of them niggas
I don't want just one, I want all of them niggas
They callin' me pussy, but still ain't come test me
The first nigga try me gettin' popped in his melon
Opps yellin' get back but they big homie tellin'
Put a opp on a Glock now it's time to go sell it
I'm missin' lil' Boog, hope he made it to heaven
This street shit get wicked, I'm so sick of stressin'
Been fightin' depression, I'm due for a blessing
Still ride through the opps with the chopper on me
And the first nigga play we gon' make him a day
We gon' send him up there where we sent his homie
Ain't no love for the opps they get put in a box
Go to war with whoever all by my lonely
Don't come around me if you feel I ain't solid
I use to be trappin', my cousin was robbin'
I told him be smart then he caught him a body
I stood on that block with that burner on me
I know some niggas who hated on me
I stood on that block with that burner on me
Just me and my dawg on that early morning
Let a nigga come play, we gon' burn his homie
Hit the cut on a nigga then creep up on him
Say I don't wanna talk, put that glizzy on him
All that flexin' for bitches, my shooters want him
Put a ten on his head now my shooter on him
I really been slidin', you know I'm committed
When I say I'm vibin' I mean that I'm chillin'
And I got like thirty-three shots in the glizzy
But I ain't got thirty-three opps I can mention
Smoke in the air and I'm feelin' the tension
Find out where he at then we comin' to blitz him
If we get the drop then we comin' to kill him
I don't want just one, we want all of them niggas
I don't want just one, I want all of them niggas
They callin' me pussy, but still ain't come test me
The first nigga try me gettin' popped in his melon
Opps yellin' get back but they big homie tellin'
Put a opp on a Glock now it's time to go sell it
I'm missin' lil' Boog, hope he made it to heaven
This street shit get wicked, I'm so sick of stressin'
Been fightin' depression, I'm due for a blessing
Fuck all you niggas who plotted on me
Everywhere that I go got that fye on me
I pop out with that draco, put fire on 'em
They stay switchin' they blocks, we be slidin' on 'em
I pop out, shoot a hunned, promotin' violence
If I come through with Celly, somebody dyin'
When I talked to lil' Jizzle I started cryin'
I ain't runnin' from shit, all them niggas lyin'
I can't vent to nobody but steady tryin'
Pour a deuce in my soda and jumped in a Rover
I'm mixin' the lean with the lemon-lime
I'm forever a soldier until this shit over
I'll go on a war if you one of mines
It's a shootout in public, I'm feelin like fuck it
Don't care where we at, yeah, I'm slingin iron
Ain't no runnin' from death or that jail time
I know some niggas who hated on me
I stood on that block with that burner on me
Just me and my dawg on that early morning
Let a nigga come play, we gon' burn his homie
Hit the cut on a nigga then creep up on him
Say I don't wanna talk, put that glizzy on him
All that flexin' for bitches, my shooters want him
Put a ten on his head now my shooter on him
I really been slidin', you know I'm committed
When I say I'm vibin' I mean that I'm chillin'
And I got like thirty-three shots in the glizzy
But I ain't got thirty-three opps I can mention
Smoke in the air and I'm feelin' the tension
Find out where he at then we comin' to blitz him
If we get the drop then we comin' to kill him
I don't want just one, we want all of them niggas
I don't want just one, I want all of them niggas
They callin' me pussy, but still ain't come test me
The first nigga try me gettin' popped in his melon
Opps yellin' get back but they big homie tellin'
Put a opp on a Glock now it's time to go sell it
I'm missin' lil' Boog, hope he made it to heaven
This street shit get wicked, I'm so sick of stressin'
Been fightin' depression, I'm due for a blessing
Still ride through the opps with the chopper on me
And the first nigga play we gon' make him a day
We gon' send him up there where we sent his homie
Ain't no love for the opps they get put in a box
Go to war with whoever all by my lonely
Don't come around me if you feel I ain't solid
I use to be trappin', my cousin was robbin'
I told him be smart then he caught him a body
