Extortion lyrics

[Intro: TrapMadeJason]
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1: TrapMadeJason]
Hop out the car, run that boy down, we put a hole in his head (Uh, uh, uh)
Fifty-round drum under my Glock, I put it all in his head
I been huntin' my opps and searching for drops, but I know that these n*ggas scared (Uh)
I just jumped out and frrt-frrt-frrt-frrt and them n*ggas fled (Uh)
I just jump out and frrt-frrt-frrt-frrt, yeah, I put them rounds on your head
If he try to run, we run that boy down, yeah, we leavin' n*ggas for dead
If he try to run, we run that boy down, put rounds in the back of his head
Uh, reach for this chain? No, I ain't gon' go, n*gga, I'm too full of these meds
Yeah, reach for this chain? No, I ain't gon' go, I'm sending n*ggas to heaven, uh
I put a box on the back of this Glock, I'm totin' exotic weapons (Uh, uh)
Box on this Glock, make it shoot fast, I fell in love with my weapon
I put racks on your hеad, I just go to the safe and put it on top of your melon
It ain't no lovе in the streets, so I don't show no mercy, I walk down, might slime me your mama
I'm in the 'Rango with Kan and we slidin' with Dracs, I call him baby Osama

[Verse 2: Kankan]
I'm in this 'Rango with Trap, I know we runnin' up, pshh, we runnin' up racks
You know we ridin' with the MAC, finna go Maybach truck, I'm gettin' tired of the 'Cat
Run, bustin' my Kel, n*gga, these pus*y-ass rap n*ggas wack
ReallyRich mafia sh*t, get a n*gga knocked off, write that sh*t off on my taxes
Yea, f*ck a case, ho, you ain't gettin' locked, we in LA if the H get hot
Mods on the Drac', make a n*gga move out, soon as they pay, n*gga, it's flyin' out
You know we got Russian sticks just like the Taliban
Just left the bank with them racks, I walk in Bottega, spend racks like a madman
No, I ain't savin' no sl*ts, yeah, even these f*ck n*ggas know I ain't Batman
Turn on they block and just only see blood and hear the hrrt, leave him in a trashcan
I be on Eastside, Rolls-Royce trucks with V12s, fast as sh*t
Only me and Guap know countin' up racks, I'm thumbin' as fast as I can
Ayy, me and Guap, we coutin' up racks, just pass me a rubber band
I'm in the trap, now we slidin' in Cali, these Dracos like Taliban
[Verse 3: Guapo]
Young n*gga too paid, racks bust the rubber band, yeah, huh
They know I'm lit, I'm turnt than a b*tch, young n*gga hotter than oven mitts
I'm like Sandman, keep a stick, he got hit, he hit the Perky dance
When I walk in Saks, I spend them racks, they say my government
Yeah, bad b*tch, bend her back, then let my brothers hit
Send shots, they flippin' sh*t, we slidin' sh*t for racks, I'm tryna get really rich
Kan geeked off these pills, count up these bills, call me Guap Belichick
Trap gon' work that steel, we slide for real, pull up and collect checks
b*tch, I'm in these streets like forensics, honor roll, but I trap the best
.308s hit through his vest
n*ggas hate, that's why I flex
n*ggas hate, they know I'm next
Every time I pour up, I drink n*ggas' rent