f*ck Rap lyrics

[Intro]
Ay pass me that Glock right there
Uh-uh not the regular one, the one right there with the button on it (yuh)
(uh, uh)

[Verse 1]
(huh) These n*ggas mad I rap
Ridin' with a AP now
With a hundred some shots n' this b*tch got a shoulder strap
Nah I ain't never been friendly
I don't f*ck with these n*ggas tell them n*ggas they can keep that dap
n*ggas be dissing in songs, they know that its on
Don't tell when a n*gga get clapped (uh)

[Chorus]
All out the window grrah
n*gga we sendin' sh*t up to Casper
But n*gga I ain't signin' no deal f*ck rap
I'm still in the field with the gang gettin' active
Spinnin' the hobby for bullets on bodies
These n*gga think I'm a regular rapper
I heard a opp n*gga died who was dissin' on me
Rolled him up now I'm filled with laughter

[Verse 2]
If we can't find that lo' or get that call then f*ck it we jus' gon' hunt
I can't bring my blick inside this b*tch then f*ck it i ain't gonna come
Last n*gga ran so fast when we got on his ass
I thought we was chasing Gump
Don't get caught at the store when you know that it's smoke
Leave a n*gga right by the pump (grrah)
Pull up and creep I ain't making no tweets
Bail out with Drac, walk up and dump
Blow out his mind check Channel 9
Watchin the news they said he was slump
These n*ggas know that its me who doin them drills
They can tell imma go on the run
I done lost count of them drills
How many of them n*ggas hit? I don't know its a ton

Bro want them dead that's nun
Kill them today then walk back til' its done
f*cked up in the head started killin' for fun
Took a break from the rap got my money and guns
We hit the blocks send shots they run
Pay me up front i ain't doing no fronts
Need more than thirty pop up with a drum
Opps outside tell 'em boys here we come

[Chorus]
All out the window grrah
Think I'm lyin' n*gga jus' go ask em'
I know a n*gga who died with his fire
And I know a n*gga who went out blasting
You the type n*gga who see your opps
Try to act blind and ride right past 'em
I'm the type n*gga who see my opps, park the car jump out bag em'
[Verse 3]
I like Glocks with the buttons on the back grrah make em' shoot faster
Catch a n*gga comin' out church when we gettin' off first
Leave a n*gga right by the pastor
Sit at the trap with a load, try to tax on them bowls
Have fonem' gon' pull up and jack em'
They tried to spin on my bro, like he ain't gonna blow
Caught em' and fonem' clapped him

Hell yeah I heard what happened
Blew that pfft when he got caught lacking
Hit in his sh*t just for doing that bappin
Brr bow, made him crash in traffic
This ain't a Glock this a Drac in my jacket
Still will suit up, think i won't cause I'm rappin'?
We create packs another opp in the casket
Catch me a hat, catch a opp n*gga lackin'