[Intro]
All I wanna do is crash that corn
But same way, I wanna make money too (Bubush)
M3nace
Man coulda done that drill on my own
But I still done that drill with my bruce
R14
Rap or road, I can't do both
But it gets so hard to choose
Rap could take me outta the hood
But all I really wanna do is shoot
But all I really wanna do is shoot
[Chorus]
All I wanna do is crash that corn, but same way, I wanna make money too
Man coulda done that drill on my own, but I still done that drill with my bruce
Rap or road, I can't do both, but it gets so hard to choose
Rap could take me outta the hood, but all I really wanna do is shoot (Bubush)
All I wanna do is crash that corn, but same way, I wanna make money too
Man coulda done that drill on my own, but I still done that drill with my bruce
Rap or road, I can't do both
But it gets so hard to choose
Rap could take me outta the hood
But all I really wanna do is shoot (Bow, bow, bow)
[Verse 1]
Get the drop on an opp, I'm slidin' (On my life)
That's any place, any time, anywhere goes, and they know I ain't lyin'
When the beef went cold, it was us who fried it (Gaza)
When we pulled up on my man, he was smilin'
And by the time we left, he was on the floor cryin', slowly dyin'
So many drills got done by us, how you ain't ratin'?
Do a drill then claim it then drill them again before the retaliation (Go ask)
The way they talk, woulda thought that they dropped real members, but I ain't lost no bredrins
They the ones that's doin' up graveyard, payin' respect to the dead friends
Bro told me "Chill, leave these opps, and just do music"
I tried it out for a bit, but by next week, I was bootin'
We drill on these punks for fun, so there's no way in Hell you can say we're losin'
And I ain't gonna talk on the matter
Check my case, papers, they proved it
Them man ain't opps, they victims
I'll do him like I done man's sibling (Bubush)
If I sight me an opp, that's prison
'Cah I'll probably do that bait without thinkin'
But I ain't tryna see no cells 'cah that's hella years, no girls
And I got me a freak that's bad like me
And one time, I let her hold the twelve
Gauge (Bruckback), best run when we come your way
If you slip, get bun broad day
No barber, I'll give man a fade
Free of charge, you don't wanna see gang creepin' past
Last thing you'll see is my creepy mask
Wap won't jam, yeah, this heater barks, even got it on deck when I greet my marj
All I wanna do is crash that corn
But same way, I wanna make money too (Bubush)
M3nace
Man coulda done that drill on my own
But I still done that drill with my bruce
R14
Rap or road, I can't do both
But it gets so hard to choose
Rap could take me outta the hood
But all I really wanna do is shoot
But all I really wanna do is shoot
[Chorus]
All I wanna do is crash that corn, but same way, I wanna make money too
Man coulda done that drill on my own, but I still done that drill with my bruce
Rap or road, I can't do both, but it gets so hard to choose
Rap could take me outta the hood, but all I really wanna do is shoot (Bubush)
All I wanna do is crash that corn, but same way, I wanna make money too
Man coulda done that drill on my own, but I still done that drill with my bruce
Rap or road, I can't do both
But it gets so hard to choose
Rap could take me outta the hood
But all I really wanna do is shoot (Bow, bow, bow)
[Verse 1]
Get the drop on an opp, I'm slidin' (On my life)
That's any place, any time, anywhere goes, and they know I ain't lyin'
When the beef went cold, it was us who fried it (Gaza)
When we pulled up on my man, he was smilin'
And by the time we left, he was on the floor cryin', slowly dyin'
So many drills got done by us, how you ain't ratin'?
Do a drill then claim it then drill them again before the retaliation (Go ask)
The way they talk, woulda thought that they dropped real members, but I ain't lost no bredrins
They the ones that's doin' up graveyard, payin' respect to the dead friends
Bro told me "Chill, leave these opps, and just do music"
I tried it out for a bit, but by next week, I was bootin'
We drill on these punks for fun, so there's no way in Hell you can say we're losin'
And I ain't gonna talk on the matter
Check my case, papers, they proved it
Them man ain't opps, they victims
I'll do him like I done man's sibling (Bubush)
If I sight me an opp, that's prison
'Cah I'll probably do that bait without thinkin'
But I ain't tryna see no cells 'cah that's hella years, no girls
And I got me a freak that's bad like me
And one time, I let her hold the twelve
Gauge (Bruckback), best run when we come your way
If you slip, get bun broad day
No barber, I'll give man a fade
Free of charge, you don't wanna see gang creepin' past
Last thing you'll see is my creepy mask
Wap won't jam, yeah, this heater barks, even got it on deck when I greet my marj
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