Untitled Song
• Written by Easy409
Young nigga makin' moves, feel the vibe
Watch me swang, watch me glide
In the trap, movin' cocaine with pride
Two pistols on my hip, no need to hide
In the dark of the night, I'm like Max Payne
With this bad chick, don't need to know her name
Jockies at my door, they goin' insane
They know easy the one bringin' the game
[Verse]
It don't matter how tough he act
No one's exempt from my impact
Make it rain, blue flames in my lane
Kickin' haters, call me Liu Kang
Cash ties 'em up like shoe strings
Fake ones cappin', no action they bring
Cash in the envelope, money's the antidote
Ballin' like Spartans, we never remote
I'm in the trenches, standing tall
Glock whistle blows, enemies fall
No mercy, no stall
Green pickle, I stand tall
Like a missile, I soar
Official with the pistol, never ignore
Against the wall, but I'll rise
Shoot my way out, no surprise
easy, from the concrete I came
Trap life, to the beat, it's all the same
Caught an opp, never playin' no games
Studio session, punch me in with flame
Need a pack like Pac, always ready
.57 on me, always steady
Bitchin' on opps, spread my confetti
Spinnin' back around, always ready
No time for the game, I go harder
Glock shootin' since I was a toddler
Got my aim from my father
Wrist in the water, drippin' with water
Splurge on Cartier, flexin' with style
Club scene, never a trial
Bouncin' back, goin' wild
Percs kick in, we goin' all out
[Interlude]
Hold up, hold up, hold up, man
None of them can touch me, it's all planned
I'm tryna rise above these tracks
A lot goin' on, can't relax
Speedin' up, no time to slow
Just know what's about to unfold
[Chorus]
Young nigga makin' moves, feel the vibe
Watch me swang, watch me glide
In the trap, movin' cocaine with pride
Two pistols on my hip, no need to hide
In the dark of the night, I'm like Max Payne
With this bad chick, don't need to know her name
Jockies at my door, they goin' insane
They know easy the one bringin' the game
