MikeyGang, Lil Cray, Xuperp - Intro Lyrics

Aye, hold up, lets go
I got the keys to the streets, don't need a lock smith
Dracos, Mac 11, F&Ns, we ride with options
Shhh just came in, we stretching pills this ain't no ostrich
Rule number one, don't fall in love with no bop bitch
I ain't got no opps, rest in peace to all my enemies
Heatin' up the pot, whippin' work, bitch I'm off a bean
Fiends on the block, I'm in a foreign, my bitch Louis V
Fire sixty shots, it's just me, you think it's four of me
Ok aye
Cray Yola Sosa, hit it with the baking soda
Ring ring ring, they blowing up my Motorola
Green blunts the size of Yoda, got me in the solar
Aye, ring ring earth to Sosa
When your voyage over?
Aye
I hear the streets be calling, they waiting on the return
Everyday in my hood a robbery, that shit is the purge
All the guys is mob tied, handshakes be firm
My nigga told me you was official, I had to call and confirm
Aye, aye, aye, aye
I get them birds just give me the word (I get them birds just give me the word)
This my bae put this in yo purse
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I am a shark in this ocean, you perch
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
I make the wave, I made you niggas surf
Like wrist game, wrist game, wrist game, wrist game, wrist game, wrist game, wrist game
I can fuck with other people, but you know my bitch can't
They judging my tattoos, I came from nothing, I show you what the wrist do
Aye we shooting dice, throwing pistols
If it go left, hope the bullets miss you
I got the keys to the streets, don't need a lock smith
Dracos, Mac 11, F&Ns, we ride with options
Shhh just came in, we stretching pills this ain't no ostrich
Rule number one, don't fall in love with no bop bitch
I ain't got no opps, rest in peace to all my enemies
Heatin' up the pot, whippin' work, bitch I'm off a bean
Fiends on the block, I'm in a foreign, my bitch Louis V
Fire sixty shots, it's just me, you think it's four of me
Xuper P up in the foreign, like we batman and robin
100 p's in the trunk, cause we to trapped out in Gotham
We don't play spot em got em, we just locate and drop them
I put a scope and 100 rounds in this fucking choppa
You gotta send him to the morgue, he will not make the doctors
Spin the block a few times, have it screaming like an opera
Leave them all dead like we ain't heard where the opps was
Leave one in the head just in case some shit pop off
Yeah I'm on another mode, cause I was trained to go
He really think he fly until I turn him to a ghost
Yeah, theses niggas think they high, but they don't really want no smoke
Heard the devil named his price, but he cannot afford my soul
Yeah, my hair so long, I think I want dreadlocks
Me and the plug go so strong, I got him in a dead lock
Oh thats yo bitch? Bruh hold on, she got me in a head lock
I thought you knew the rules, you should never love a bop
I got the keys to the streets, don't need a lock smith
Dracos, Mac 11, F&Ns, we ride with options
Shhh just came in, we stretching pills this ain't no ostrich
Rule number one, don't fall in love with no bop bitch
I ain't got no opps, RIP to all my enemies
Heatin' up the pot, whippin' work, bitch I'm off a bean
Fiends on the block, I'm in a foreign, my bitch Louis V
Fire sixty shots, it's just me, you think it's four of me
Okay

Aye, hold up, lets go
I got the keys to the streets, don't need a lock smith
Dracos, Mac 11, F&Ns, we ride with options
Shhh just came in, we stretching pills this ain't no ostrich
Rule number one, don't fall in love with no bop bitch
I ain't got no opps, rest in peace to all my enemies
Heatin' up the pot, whippin' work, bitch I'm off a bean
Fiends on the block, I'm in a foreign, my bitch Louis V
Fire sixty shots, it's just me, you think it's four of me
Ok aye
Cray Yola Sosa, hit it with the baking soda
Ring ring ring, they blowing up my Motorola
Green blunts the size of Yoda, got me in the solar
Aye, ring ring earth to Sosa
When your voyage over?
Aye
I hear the streets be calling, they waiting on the return
Everyday in my hood a robbery, that shit is the purge
All the guys is mob tied, handshakes be firm
My nigga told me you was official, I had to call and confirm
Aye, aye, aye, aye
I get them birds just give me the word (I get them birds just give me the word)
This my bae put this in yo purse
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I am a shark in this ocean, you perch
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
I make the wave, I made you niggas surf
Like wrist game, wrist game, wrist game, wrist game, wrist game, wrist game, wrist game
I can fuck with other people, but you know my bitch can't
They judging my tattoos, I came from nothing, I show you what the wrist do
Aye we shooting dice, throwing pistols
If it go left, hope the bullets miss you
I got the keys to the streets, don't need a lock smith
Dracos, Mac 11, F&Ns, we ride with options
Shhh just came in, we stretching pills this ain't no ostrich
Rule number one, don't fall in love with no bop bitch
I ain't got no opps, rest in peace to all my enemies
Heatin' up the pot, whippin' work, bitch I'm off a bean
Fiends on the block, I'm in a foreign, my bitch Louis V
Fire sixty shots, it's just me, you think it's four of me
Xuper P up in the foreign, like we batman and robin
100 p's in the trunk, cause we to trapped out in Gotham
We don't play spot em got em, we just locate and drop them
I put a scope and 100 rounds in this fucking choppa
You gotta send him to the morgue, he will not make the doctors
Spin the block a few times, have it screaming like an opera
Leave them all dead like we ain't heard where the opps was
Leave one in the head just in case some shit pop off
Yeah I'm on another mode, cause I was trained to go
He really think he fly until I turn him to a ghost
Yeah, theses niggas think they high, but they don't really want no smoke
Heard the devil named his price, but he cannot afford my soul
Yeah, my hair so long, I think I want dreadlocks
Me and the plug go so strong, I got him in a dead lock
Oh thats yo bitch? Bruh hold on, she got me in a head lock
I thought you knew the rules, you should never love a bop
I got the keys to the streets, don't need a lock smith
Dracos, Mac 11, F&Ns, we ride with options
Shhh just came in, we stretching pills this ain't no ostrich
Rule number one, don't fall in love with no bop bitch
I ain't got no opps, RIP to all my enemies
Heatin' up the pot, whippin' work, bitch I'm off a bean
Fiends on the block, I'm in a foreign, my bitch Louis V
Fire sixty shots, it's just me, you think it's four of me
Okay