Lyrics Sicario - Pi'erre Bourne , Sharc

Don't get too carried away, your lil chain hit, we activated
Kick like Power Rangers, blitz on fam like Walter Payton
The block look decorated, Rolls Wraithy, home invasions
My heart so cold I take 'em, .40 flame 'em, altercation
No, I'm not giving no daps, he smirking, get whacked, them niggas is fraud
Yeah, how Sharcy pull up in the frog, young nigga came out the dirt like a hog
Woah, condo with pool on the roof, sneaky maneuvers, birds in the loft
Them shooters tryna go on a move, flip over coupes, let it go off
Reaching for some', tryna up it, he already duckin', just put him in park
Beam on they back while they running, I fuck up a function with me and the dogs
They gon' go start moving oppy, the block getting hotter, we still selling hard
Body on top of your body, whoever beside you get caught in the fog
Know how to juug and I know how to rob and I know how to grrt while I'm driving the car
Shoot a Colt 5, he controlling the powder, I hop in the sprinter, my hand on the rod
Came out the water, sharper than Jaws, Sharc the cook, my shades were Laurent
Regular Glock but Supreme on the drawers, fuck up the stage and I'm keeping it on
You know I get to that business, I spin it, spin it, spin it, watch 'em perform
Pluggy pulled up in the Richard, the chickens are clicking and clucking, the drum on the horn
Mille's on wrists, it's millis gon' lift any nigga that try put his hands on the Don
We get to spilling like 'Tris in this bitch and them lil niggas with me, just tryna put on
We can go pistol for pistol, I'm with it, forensics gon' get the boy up off the lawn
She feel the dick in her spirit, I load her like bitty and shower then dip in the jawn
Thought he was killa, gorilla, them niggas was pulling cards and the boy didn't stomp
Shooting the stick with my chin up, Prada wind breaker, it's nippy, I turn up seat warmers
You know I get to that business, I spin it, spin it, spin it, watch 'em perform
Pluggy pulled up in the richard, the chickens are clicking and clucking, the drum on the horn
Mille's on wrists, it's millis gon' lift any nigga that try put his hands on the don
We get to spilling like 'Tris in this bitch and them lil niggas with me, just tryna put on-