38 - Adrenaline Rush
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{Chorus}
I'm tryna feel the adrenaline rush
I'm tryna make you feel these shavers
So when I pop doors, you better dust
I'm preeing, the .32 got bare rust
WD-40, clean that up
I shaved it, now my shavers got blood
In the bando where I'm gonna clean that up
I shaved him down over there, in the opp block
With the same shank I used to chop my grub
It's nuts
The PRs more than local, it's mad how the soak can't (?...) this (?...)
It's mad how my shank is always tucked
I'm sittin' on tag for my 3rd one
I was happy when I got my 3rd one
In my black Air 1s, and *** one
{Verse}
Bro's (?...) sauce, he said, "That's meady" (Yuck)
I stepped in the bando, like "This strict's meady"
Can't complain cah' the track can't stop
I'm for the Ps, it's easy peasy
Don't pop letters like A, B, C, D
Especially at the start of the alphabet
Only alphas in my block, we all online, it's not for net
Young alpha on my block, if you think I'm lyin', ask my set (Go ask)
Pop ****, you're gonna see me
Don't pop letters like A, B, C, D (Don't do it)
B, that's Edmonton Green (Gang, gang)
FG, that's All Fuckeries
Step on the pitch, Edmonton FC
I strike and leave them niggas on scene
I left **** on the bench, and he hopped off the road (Dickhead)
Didn't know for the dookie
I'm chattin' with the bro like, "When's it movie?"
I squeeze triggers, I don't squeeze boobies
Niggas wan' lack for the sweet one
Trust me bro, I'll (?...) (Wet that)
I'm flaggin' green but when I'm on Green street, I'm like "Who's he?"
Wind down the window, pop them doors, pop them doors
Sweep up the thirds, lemme do my chores, lemme do my chores
Wetted up, got blood on my sword and my paws, sword and my paws
Got corned and corned, and left in chalk, got left in chalk (Chalk that)
I talk that talk and I walk that walk
Tucked this wap or swang my shank
Stick this car and stick this ped
I'll show you the meaning of jump out gang
He's on his hospital bed, tryna snap me
I don't know what's wrong with opps, they're mad
Free Drilla, my nigga, he's soon back
If I ching **** with my (?...)
Done countless nights in the trap, bro said, "It's time to blow off the rap"
When it's time to ride, my gloves on hand, and back of the ride, this ding-dong's cramped
It's minor, I'm gonna stretch my legs, when I hop outta ride and leave one shanked (Wet that)
Drops done 6, we glide (?...), didn't see none, (?...) was mad
{Chorus}
I'm tryna feel the adrenaline rush
I'm tryna make you feel these shavers
So when I pop doors, you better dust
I'm preeing, the .32 got bare rust
WD-40, clean that up
I shaved it, now my shavers got blood
In the bando where I'm gonna clean that up
I shaved him down over there, in the opp block
With the same shank I used to chop my grub
It's nuts
The PRs more than local, it's mad how the soak can't (?...) this (?...)
It's mad how my shank is always tucked
I'm sittin' on tag for my 3rd one
I was happy when I got my 3rd one
In my black Air 1s, and *** one
{Chorus}
I'm tryna feel the adrenaline rush
I'm tryna make you feel these shavers
So when I pop doors, you better dust
I'm preeing, the .32 got bare rust
WD-40, clean that up
I shaved it, now my shavers got blood
In the bando where I'm gonna clean that up
I shaved him down over there, in the opp block
With the same shank I used to chop my grub
It's nuts
The PRs more than local, it's mad how the soak can't (?...) this (?...)
It's mad how my shank is always tucked
I'm sittin' on tag for my 3rd one
I was happy when I got my 3rd one
In my black Air 1s, and *** one
{Verse}
Bro's (?...) sauce, he said, "That's meady" (Yuck)
I stepped in the bando, like "This strict's meady"
Can't complain cah' the track can't stop
I'm for the Ps, it's easy peasy
Don't pop letters like A, B, C, D
Especially at the start of the alphabet
Only alphas in my block, we all online, it's not for net
Young alpha on my block, if you think I'm lyin', ask my set (Go ask)
Pop ****, you're gonna see me
Don't pop letters like A, B, C, D (Don't do it)
B, that's Edmonton Green (Gang, gang)
FG, that's All Fuckeries
Step on the pitch, Edmonton FC
I strike and leave them niggas on scene
I left **** on the bench, and he hopped off the road (Dickhead)
Didn't know for the dookie
I'm chattin' with the bro like, "When's it movie?"
I squeeze triggers, I don't squeeze boobies
Niggas wan' lack for the sweet one
Trust me bro, I'll (?...) (Wet that)
I'm flaggin' green but when I'm on Green street, I'm like "Who's he?"
Wind down the window, pop them doors, pop them doors
Sweep up the thirds, lemme do my chores, lemme do my chores
Wetted up, got blood on my sword and my paws, sword and my paws
Got corned and corned, and left in chalk, got left in chalk (Chalk that)
I talk that talk and I walk that walk
Tucked this wap or swang my shank
Stick this car and stick this ped
I'll show you the meaning of jump out gang
He's on his hospital bed, tryna snap me
I don't know what's wrong with opps, they're mad
Free Drilla, my nigga, he's soon back
If I ching **** with my (?...)
Done countless nights in the trap, bro said, "It's time to blow off the rap"
When it's time to ride, my gloves on hand, and back of the ride, this ding-dong's cramped
It's minor, I'm gonna stretch my legs, when I hop outta ride and leave one shanked (Wet that)
Drops done 6, we glide (?...), didn't see none, (?...) was mad
{Chorus}
I'm tryna feel the adrenaline rush
I'm tryna make you feel these shavers
So when I pop doors, you better dust
I'm preeing, the .32 got bare rust
WD-40, clean that up
I shaved it, now my shavers got blood
In the bando where I'm gonna clean that up
I shaved him down over there, in the opp block
With the same shank I used to chop my grub
It's nuts
The PRs more than local, it's mad how the soak can't (?...) this (?...)
It's mad how my shank is always tucked
I'm sittin' on tag for my 3rd one
I was happy when I got my 3rd one
In my black Air 1s, and *** one
