LOOSE CANNON lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
EMRLD
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Ain't go to school, why the f*ck would I worry 'bout that when I got bigger problems?
Lil' n*gga got a small ass brain, be walkin' around with a big ass chopper
Don't get hit with 30, I'm tryna keep curty
These n*ggas want me to be scurvy
I'm droppin' the b*tch 'cause she don't deserve me
Woke up too early today, I might pour up some purp, I ain't poppin' no perky
Sippin' on syrup, I ain't eatin' no breakfast
And I'd get the neck if I'm thirsty
n*ggas be lyin' to y'all all of the time, I guess tellin' the truth just ain't workin'
Cut like a comet, ain't no more space in my heart, b*tch, I cut like a diamond
f*ck all the commеnts, n*ggas stay talk like they woke, but thеy really unconscious
I pull out like, "Skrrt-skrrt,” f*ck out the way
I come down the lane like I'm yawnin'
f*ck did you findin', b*tches the finest
You know my b*tches the finest
Whole time she lyin' to you on the phone
She wit' me and she being too honest
Givin' me faces, givin' me places
Tellin' me where I can find it
Get the location, get in rotation, then we go hit the assignment
Four even pulled up, them n*ggas even knew we was comin', they shootin' behind us
So I let the Glock hit, I stuck my arm out the window, then I put some hot sh*t
But I seen some body have dropped, so I hopped out the car, told my n*gga, "I got this"
Pop-poppin', put that boy in the place
And then I walk away like it really was not sh*t
I'm hearin' no evil, I front wit' them people
I promise, I don't tell the cops sh*t
[Verse 2]
Ridin' with rifles, shootin' at rivals
Do anything for survival
I got the guide by buying the Bible
I'm who these rap n*ggas idol
These n*ggas full of theyself
Boy, you thinkin' that somebody wanna be like you
I'm hearin' all of this trash and I think like, my n*gga, this sh*t is recycled
Ain't no revival, put the red dot on your head, homie tryna revive you
You used to keep everything to yourself, now you got everyone lookin' inside you
Dump that lil' boy in the lake, but before, we gon' make sure ain't nobody by you
I live wit' that heat, boy, I think I'm a demon
These n*ggas be 12 like disciples
Ride around totin' that Glock that be puttin' you to sleep like some motherf*ckin' Nyquil
Pole 'bout beat in the b*tch
Finna finish your top like the motherf*ckin' Eifel
Now he on the bottom of my shoe
Put an opp on the news, he was tryna go viral
Run up on Yac, you stupid
You really retarded, I ain't finna fight you
Ayy, ayy, spinnin' the block like a spiral
I ain't get a shot, but that sh*t really sharp
Put a .223 up any your vital
n*ggas don't wanna go down wit' me
Terrible parents, I'd body a child
Walk wit' a mop like I'm cleanin' a aisle
How I fall off, n*ggas stealing my sty—
[Outro]
Uh, how I fall off when n*ggas taking my sh*t?
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy
Yeah