lirik lagu envy caine - risk takers
[verse 1]
took a look at my left then i made a right
like to speed when i’m drivin’, i’m takin’ lights
i’ma walk up on niggas or take a bike
when some killers catch you they gon’ take your life
finesse the reggie or i’m servin’ the trap
applyin’ pressure with the stick in the strap
shots fired, said his hoodie was black
hit another target and they still ain’t get back
[chorus]
turn my enemies into a weed pack
side steppin’, shots fired, i caught him
that news reporter’s givin’ feedback
what really happened wе don’t speak that
i’m wherevеr the bitches and breesh at
disguise up my images, swindle the [?]
receivin’ the cash and receipt bag
when you risk takin’ gotta eat fast
got a cuban on i think i need that
just drop your location or give me somewhere we can meet at
just wipe him down we ain’t gon’ rematch
run up in the spot like where the weed at
[verse 2]
i turned the corner started blixkin’ and blastin’
rapid fire, started clickin’ it faster
yellow tape and turn his name to a caption
i really planned it but i don’t know what happened
car was tinted, dropped the window it shocked him
it kept on spinnin’, caught a victim and floxked him
shot your man that’s why no one can stop him
i get a rush i love that gunplay
i like havin’ shootouts for a month straight
stop body bluffin’ tryna pump fake
and i dare a nigga try to touch caine
if i got a blixky and you got a blixky, let’s jump in this car and go clap somethin’
if we catch a opp, then we knockin’ him down
up the score and caught the last one
when it’s war i’ma up it and lift it
yeah he tried to hit me but he missed it
when i heard the sirens i was diggin’
all these drugs blurrin’ up my vision
mac 11, draco put him to sleep
we still gon’ catch you, ain’t no runnin’ from me
i played the block before i jumped in the street
don’t trust nobody ‘cause i’m playin’ for keeps
who that comin’ up the block tryna creep?
tryna stay alive, bring a gun outside
i don’t gotta ask if you wanna ride
and you shot a nigga of you one of mine
real street niggas don’t drop a dime
real street niggas don’t drop a dime
[chorus]
turn my enemies into a weed pack
side steppin’, shots fired, i caught him
that news reporter’s givin’ feedback
what really happened we don’t speak that
i’m wherever the bitches and breesh at
disguise up my images, swindle the [?]
receivin’ the cash and receipt bag
when you risk takin’ gotta eat fast
got a cuban on i think i need that
just drop your location or give me somewhere we can meet at
just wipe him down we ain’t gon’ rematch
run up in the spot like where the weed at
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