NOT IN PUBLIC

Sure thing, man
You know Blacky said the cops were gonna be down there
That's why he stopped
Hey, Charlee
The only blue we want here is the sky, and still, we let all the shots fly up

No one can do it alone, they gotta team up
We light up the block, kamikaze mission
He stopped the shots with his mouth, I think he wanted to steal a base
Don’t throw jabs at me, that’s not how it’s done

I’m gonna put thirty shots into whoever crosses the line
This ain’t just talk, I want them to try
I got a demon and I want it out
Move out of state so I don’t have to take you out

We got kids who wanna take you down
We got the cars you were looking for
Your crew’s already dead, they got a PhD
I leave them wrecked, said the feds

We arrived like pirates, the law of the sea
To buy guns, you need cash
I got a hundred grand to call for a hit
We shoot straight on and in parallel

You gotta stay on the ground
After we light you up, we’re heading to an after party
To throw the smoke at the girls
They come in packs, bro, that’s it

We let all the shots fly out the window
There’s like three on the floor in a week
Change your saint, that one ain’t doing shit
With all this stollin', I feel like I’m in Dubai

We roll up covered like samurais
The guns handle the missions
You gotta rub it to make it burn
Everyone on the ground, we arrive without brakes

Tell me how many shots you want us to give you
What’s up with you? We light it up first
I set the temperature to below zero
We’re coming in hot, my brother, you know

Motherfucker, take it slow
We’re making the news robbing the show
And I think a pri fell
Who was that? Babylocc, left the Glock on the floor

Blacky’s brother, bandage up two
And hit hard like a bass, I know, bro
I don’t mess with the shooters, they had no vision
I know you guys are under pressure

Honestly, it doesn’t matter how many there are
If I came in with a party flow
Where do you control the Bronx?
On your mom’s crest is the location

They know we’re coming for you and ran from the spot
What’s up with you? The street lives you
My missionaries are chasing you
If you talk about the devil like you say, why doesn’t your brother revive you?

We shoot to keep you down
Even though we know they’re masochists
With the Halo bullets, keep an eye out
You just walked in and I don’t think you’ll last

Hey, Charlee
You’re a target but in blue
I got a couple of guns stashed in the trunk
If you saw them talking about guns, it looks like the Queen of the South

They’re in the hurricane
They’re not Christians but they preach
Blowing up your crew without a plan
Just like Blacky, they’ll make you kneel

Flash in the chest, they’re oviryban
After we pull up to the sky, they’re gone
The oppositions come and go
The metals drop and come and go

We stuffed the AK in the van
It’s easy to light it up because they group up
Take and eat: This is my body, said Jesus breaking the bread
I’m easy to deal with, but they don’t give me anything

From the book of life, they erase my name
I left it on zero street, but they blame me
They anticipate that I was a demon
They don’t have the right to bury me

How many more people do they need?
It wasn’t my fault, it’s just that they arrest me
You say you’re tough, I’m the titan
Motherfucker, you’re crazy

We are the kings of drill
Ask for permission, hey
You gotta ask for permission to join a drill
You gotta talk to us

Hey, Charlee
Move it there because they’re gonna die later