Motorways

Hey, KC, plug me in
Yo
Put my blacks on, it's time to go roll again
Roll again
My stick jammed, I shoulda threw my pole at his head
Fuck
Jumped in the ride and didn't think twice about it
Nah
Can't catch him, we'll smoke everyone around him
Bah, bah, bah
Had the dotty, bro had the Glock same day
Bah
We shot his house up and made his mom vacay
Pussy
Think I give a flying fuck what these donuts say?
I got packs flying up and down the motorways
I took risks in my life and they paid off
Paid off
I took the 12s to his street and left it taped off
Bah, bah
I'm a stabber and a shooter, nothing more
Nothing less
We lost a couple waps and bought a couple more
Yo
Bah, bah, bah
I'm never lacking in the hood
Why is that?
You ain't heard about them stabbings in my hood?
Are you lost?
Check the papers, they hate me with a passion
With a passion
They say it's Boota that's behind all the madness
Fuck
I got my feet up, chilling in the villa
Bah
Never put nine girls in the Sprinter
No
But I put my nine in the dinger
Yeah
And made it summer time in the winter
Bah, bah
True stories too, who's realer?
Who's realer?
I don't need to lie in my raps, check the facts, bro
Check the facts
15 With workers older than me on my graft for
Yeah
I'm still moving flames even though I'm on the obbo
Survivors
Tell them little kids I'm not a rapper, you should follow
No
If only they knew about the risks that I took
Bah, bah, bah
Stabbed guys and had to shoot a couple man out their bugs
Corn in my clip, no, this wap's not a dud
No
I know you seen the live footage when I shot him by the--
Put my blacks on, it's time to go roll again
Roll again
My stick jammed, I shoulda threw my pole at his head
Fuck
Jumped in the ride and didn't think twice about it
No
Can't catch him, we'll smoke everyone around him
Bah, bah, bah
Had the dotty, bro had the Glock same day
Bah
We shot his house up and made his mom vacay
Pussy
Think I give a flying fuck what these donuts say?
I got packs flying up and down the motorways
I'm from that dirty side of the H-U-D
F Block
I don't shot pebs, I fly packs A to B
A to B
Caught a big charge and prayed, "God save me please." Please
Make your mom cry before you make me bleed
Bah
I'm a gangster and a rapper, tell 'em get the best of both worlds
Both worlds
I don't give a fuck if my show sells
Why is that?
I got packs flying off the shelf
True stories
And I got clips filled up with bells
Bah
Put my blacks on, it's time to go roll again
Roll again
My stick jammed, I shoulda threw my pole at his head
Fuck
Jumped in the ride and didn't think twice about it
No
Can't catch him, we'll smoke everyone around him
Bah, bah, bah
Had the dotty, bro had the Glock same day
Bah
We shot his house up and made his mom vacay
Pussy
Think I give a flying fuck what these donuts say?
I got packs flying up and down the motorways