TeeJay3k, OMB Peezy - No Attempts lyrics

Freezie Production look, Lord, Lord, Lord
Ayy, uh

Talkin' ’bout guns
(Talkin' 'bout sticks) , we keep ’em
You know I stay wit' a heater
I'm in the club and I'm standing
On top of the speakers
And I lit that bitch up like it's legal
I'm wit' Lil Eagle, shit could get lethal
Look in my eyes, you could see all the evil
Headshot, dead-shot
That's when the Devil might
Turn to the Reaper i pop out with Nina
When I hit from the back
Make her sing like Anita (Boom)
Try to set me up, then I’ma baker
(Baker, ayy)
Catch bodies for a livin’ but I gotta
Pay lil' bruh under the table
Them bullets gon’ hit him
Nobody can save him
Red dot, I ain't even gotta go chase him
(yeah)
Shots to the car but he died from the wreck
(Mm) blood everywhere had made a lil' mess
No, I can't let it slide
Soon as he come outside then he gon’ die
My shooters ready to slide
It's a homicide when they pop out
And these niggas wanna take my
Life so I'm riding
Round wit' a AR right next to my thigh
E gon' shoot, KB gon' shoot
Lil Hype gon' shoot, yeah them my guys

And I don't do no attempts (No attempts)
Walk down, stand over him (He right there)
And we shoot above the rim (Grrra, grrra)
We ain't aiming for no lick (No lick)
Make the wrong move, get your bro killed
(Bro killed)
Had a 40 Mag 'cause I don't know them
(I don't even know 'em)
I'ma break a bitch back, can't be no simp
(No simp) and all I know is slang that lick
And niggas dying left and right
Gotta keep a pipe, gotta move cautious
(Move, move) got my bag right by a nigga
Life, tell him pick a coffin, yeah
On but they still tryna off me (Tryna off me)
Brought him in back of this
Bitch wit' the stick (Wit' a stick)
Roll down the window to see who that is
If he
Swerve a lil' bit, we gon' let this bih hit
Yeah

Jack-in-the-box, bitch, I'm poppin' out
Niggas don't really want beef
They be coppin' out
You can't run away 'cause we
Finna go block the car
Hang out the window, Lil Hype
He be jumping out, yeah
Kel Tec, 223s, when I spin
That be my favorite gun (Grrra)
Niggas say they want smoke
Go and take his lung (yeah)
If I said I want smoke I'ma make it known
(yeah) bitch, let's get it in
I'm a loner, I ain't never fittin' in
And if we hit his block one time and
Nobody die, shit, we gon' spin again, yeah
First degrees, we don't do no attempt
Big gun on my hip so I walk wit' a limp
Shots fired at his brim
Can't wait 'til he slip
If you need the job done, lil' bitch I'm him

And I don't do no attempts
Walk down, stand over him
And we shoot above the rim
We ain't aiming for no lick
Make the wrong move, get your bro killed, uh
Had a 40 Mag 'cause I don't know them
I'ma break a bitch back, can't be no simp
And all I know is slang that lick
And niggas dying left and right, gotta
Keep a pipe, gotta move cautious, uh
Got my bag right by a nigga
Life, tell him pick a coffin, yeah
On but they still tryna off me
Brought him in back of this
Bitch wit' the stick
Roll down the window to see who that is
If he
Swerve a lil' bit, we gon' let this bih hit
Yeah