Young Club, Slick Mack - Tito Easto Lyrics

Called bro, let's get in traffic
We riding, smoking, laughing
I see some oppers, they rolling past us, they talking, capping
Don't know we bout that action
Stop at the light, and I told him, "When it go green..."
He stopped me, said, "Bro, we finna catch them!"
Don't tote no Smith and Wesson, I need some real protection
Stop at the light again, caught them lacking, they caking, texting
Unload the clip, it's 100, that Ak-47
Your momma crying, your casket ready, you need a reverend
Don't run your mouth, if you unfamiliar with who you facing
Though I look peaceful, but murderous as the heart of Jason
The doctors rushing, and running, trying to resuscitate you
Your momma gave you life, promise you boy I'm finna take it
I'm Tito Easto, my plug out in Puerto Rico
Quick to pull out the shotty, these streets are making me evil
I'm lethal, they call me Gotti, the way I'm running this ish
I'm automatic with this, the choppers dumping them quick
Said you'll respect me, then oppers had to go and try and test me
I swerve on them in the Lexy, I heard they after my pressies
I heard they talking bout metal, they say they ready for war
I never see competition, my hitters bringing the noise, but
Back to the story, unloaded and gave them change
My homie swerved in the Range, left bullet casings and brains
It's, paranoia, or maybe it's intuition
But I hear the sound of police sirens off in the distance
So we gone, hitting the E way doing 100
No time to collect my thoughts, my cell is ringing, it's money
My homie just hit me line, said he need two Ps
I told him give me a second and meet me out on the east cause
The game chess boy
And for my checks boy
Imma bring war, and ain't nobody finna rest boy
I'm obsessed with the paper, fill my flesh with the vapors
Came in this world with not a dime, now I'm flexing with Franklins
Gripping the grain, piff through my veins, switching through lanes
Fuck the police, I'm hollering til I'm 6 I'm the grave
Infrared shit, it's time to hit the exit
Cause nothings more powerful a drug then respect is
He told me meet him at the docks, that ain't happening
I'm feeling paranoid, cause, how they know my action plan
Driver been taking a lot lip
We done had a bunch of wars, but I ain't seen him fire shit
Ok, said east, but we heading west
Got 15 minutes till I'm gone, hope he get the message
Take a pit stop, had to drop some shit off
Told him meet me right on Pendleton and Fifth dog
Got up out the car, he was looking blue
Like the 5-0, tell me that it wasn't you
Boom, driver dead, so I'm serious
It's two ways out, with me, or with a body bag
No time to lallygag, time is of the essence
You know me, I shoot first then ask second
I ain't gone say it again, you gone burn with this Lex, or gone get in this van
Fuck you mean, I ain't tripping, better drive my nigga
Tito Easto at least gone survive my nigga
He like, "Take you to the safe house?", naw my nigga
In these mother fucking streets I'm a God my nigga
Imma take you up to paradise, you can be my angel
You can be Lucifer, or you can be Gabriel
Your now promoted to enforcer
And only way out, family tree getting tortured

Called bro, let's get in traffic
We riding, smoking, laughing
I see some oppers, they rolling past us, they talking, capping
Don't know we bout that action
Stop at the light, and I told him, "When it go green..."
He stopped me, said, "Bro, we finna catch them!"
Don't tote no Smith and Wesson, I need some real protection
Stop at the light again, caught them lacking, they caking, texting
Unload the clip, it's 100, that Ak-47
Your momma crying, your casket ready, you need a reverend
Don't run your mouth, if you unfamiliar with who you facing
Though I look peaceful, but murderous as the heart of Jason
The doctors rushing, and running, trying to resuscitate you
Your momma gave you life, promise you boy I'm finna take it
I'm Tito Easto, my plug out in Puerto Rico
Quick to pull out the shotty, these streets are making me evil
I'm lethal, they call me Gotti, the way I'm running this ish
I'm automatic with this, the choppers dumping them quick
Said you'll respect me, then oppers had to go and try and test me
I swerve on them in the Lexy, I heard they after my pressies
I heard they talking bout metal, they say they ready for war
I never see competition, my hitters bringing the noise, but
Back to the story, unloaded and gave them change
My homie swerved in the Range, left bullet casings and brains
It's, paranoia, or maybe it's intuition
But I hear the sound of police sirens off in the distance
So we gone, hitting the E way doing 100
No time to collect my thoughts, my cell is ringing, it's money
My homie just hit me line, said he need two Ps
I told him give me a second and meet me out on the east cause
The game chess boy
And for my checks boy
Imma bring war, and ain't nobody finna rest boy
I'm obsessed with the paper, fill my flesh with the vapors
Came in this world with not a dime, now I'm flexing with Franklins
Gripping the grain, piff through my veins, switching through lanes
Fuck the police, I'm hollering til I'm 6 I'm the grave
Infrared shit, it's time to hit the exit
Cause nothings more powerful a drug then respect is
He told me meet him at the docks, that ain't happening
I'm feeling paranoid, cause, how they know my action plan
Driver been taking a lot lip
We done had a bunch of wars, but I ain't seen him fire shit
Ok, said east, but we heading west
Got 15 minutes till I'm gone, hope he get the message
Take a pit stop, had to drop some shit off
Told him meet me right on Pendleton and Fifth dog
Got up out the car, he was looking blue
Like the 5-0, tell me that it wasn't you
Boom, driver dead, so I'm serious
It's two ways out, with me, or with a body bag
No time to lallygag, time is of the essence
You know me, I shoot first then ask second
I ain't gone say it again, you gone burn with this Lex, or gone get in this van
Fuck you mean, I ain't tripping, better drive my nigga
Tito Easto at least gone survive my nigga
He like, "Take you to the safe house?", naw my nigga
In these mother fucking streets I'm a God my nigga
Imma take you up to paradise, you can be my angel
You can be Lucifer, or you can be Gabriel
Your now promoted to enforcer
And only way out, family tree getting tortured