Troops 'N' tales

I know that the lights fear the storm, clutching on my pole when I'm bored, menace in the flesh he's barely shook, no sailing my richest ship your name is not captain crook, (holla),

Ammunations full of warfare so beware I heard they shoot their blicks right in the opps forehead, a firearm trained expert I'm not making any promises (word to my motha) the dead red neck guys in the grave I'm sharing my sacred prayers and ive been going in right up on timing the answers WHAT! my negro you better think twice, you should have really thought (twice) before you fought them twice now your baby mother sending letters and the gang is a flurry of a dozen yellow bees, hanging around the nest with all of the killers and the thieves a late float in the water my own skin inside the sea my dawgs was counting up blue notes in the shallows, and the breeze was bright blue and the sky was flickered a mystery that I always brainstorm in my mind, it's rarely practical for what I've seen me and my brothers have been coming home every night so all our prayers had went up in the atmosphere and they connected with the bright blue sky, it's my life and it's a ride, (glide?),

know that the lights fear the storm, clutching on my pole when I'm bored, menace in the flesh he's barely shook, no sailing my richest ship your name is not captain crook, (holla),

I bloody know your not hot the only temperature I'm craving is to book a murder in the streets of las Vegas (breaking... news) if I have a blick I'm gonna sting with it hopping out of the vee, yeah (like) why you think I'm chilling on the beat, incase you didn't have your noti on an opp died every day for each portion of seven days in a week I won't brag about it simply cause I'm strict with my heat flock like a flocka (kay flock) I straight up popped out with my heat the lamborghini huracan red doors reclining near the breef case in the pouch of my back-seat, the gang is always getting litty in the city me and my gang we bought a duffle of benjees I told her to leave me on silent she doesn't know my gang is about to get (MESSY) not Ronaldo but I when I play ball I still kick it with a twist up in my sleeves your not apart of my gang frame so you shouldn't have the voice to even mention or briefly speak On shit that I achieve, your gang is sleezy but now I come home with the k and the bread I'm no longer, feeling as if I'm in Fiji a quick cop out aboard that jet I'm zooming throwing up o's while skidding navy all on the oceans floor top desk on shallow peer's beach the view is astronomical I'm in a lighthouse I will wing it with blacked out bottles and some sandy shards tremendous particles of glass indulged with some hardened hearted shards I'm playing poker I'm my way back home with pizza in the car, (5467),

it's a treat, a lavish leech, we on fleet, (how!), I'm flaming to this beat my life is in the back seats of the taxis (buu)