False Alarm Songtext
All in these raps, we just statin' the facts
Ain't nothin' left, we displayn the best
All that we ask, we just have one request
Pull that shit back when you playn our tracks
Check, you don't wanna test I
Bonify hella fresh god
Down to the fly, the watch is killin' yo eyes
It's for unlimited time I know you're feelin' the vibe
Girls killin' the wine while girls kill and rewind
I used to hit 'em with the beats, now I'm hittin' on rewinds too
Might see me with Sky Zoo, neva had the time to
Listen to no whack shit, we turn it off pronto
Mind you, I be on my grind too
Wicked mind you, had to bring yo mind through
Just to set upon you, chill off god brew in the stew
Now we up in Brooklyn, certified hood shit
And we still cookin', consecutive tools up
Some of that good stuff that's fillin' the rooms up
Catch you more second here, smoke the uncle Jumba
And I'm in a few clubs, hittin' up with new stuff
Roll it up!
All in these raps, we just statin' the facts
Ain't nothin' left, we displayn the best
All that we ask, we just have one request
Pull that shit back when you playn our tracks
Thomb like an 808, R.I.P. to Natina
Let you lean on the speakers, I stretch a beat like Uriah
Let her be a believer, know just how to make her one
Range Rover to river, get 'em on Jacob's run
Back on my bomb shit, you back on your forfeit
We at it regardless, she achy and selfish
That raw pat wa, linger like she Patraw
Move that like a clap-on, I semi-autoed that
Season a day, my copper dawn is straight
My liquor is all dark, my loyalty is in the kick
My jeans is four letters, my broads feel like they paint
Ain't nobody is nice, I'm arguably with the grace
I'm never home, but prim for the crib so I'm pharaoh
Rap like I'm posted at Willy Burger's with ?
Word to the win, my hands workin' again
In 35 percent, the red Jersey detent
All in these raps, we just statin' the facts
Ain't nothin' left, we displayn the best
All that we ask, we just have one request
Pull that shit back when you playn our tracks
This is the joint that you play in the club
After the club, on your way to the club
Drink what you wanna, smoke what you want
They say them pull off for the song even strong
This is the joint that you play in the club
After the club, on your way to the club
Drink what you wanna, smoke what you want
They say them pull off for the song even strong
All in these raps, we just statin' the facts
Ain't nothin' left, we displayn the best
All that we ask, we just have one request
Pull that shit back when you playn our tracks
Ain't nothin' left, we displayn the best
All that we ask, we just have one request
Pull that shit back when you playn our tracks
Check, you don't wanna test I
Bonify hella fresh god
Down to the fly, the watch is killin' yo eyes
It's for unlimited time I know you're feelin' the vibe
Girls killin' the wine while girls kill and rewind
I used to hit 'em with the beats, now I'm hittin' on rewinds too
Might see me with Sky Zoo, neva had the time to
Listen to no whack shit, we turn it off pronto
Mind you, I be on my grind too
Wicked mind you, had to bring yo mind through
Just to set upon you, chill off god brew in the stew
Now we up in Brooklyn, certified hood shit
And we still cookin', consecutive tools up
Some of that good stuff that's fillin' the rooms up
Catch you more second here, smoke the uncle Jumba
And I'm in a few clubs, hittin' up with new stuff
Roll it up!
All in these raps, we just statin' the facts
Ain't nothin' left, we displayn the best
All that we ask, we just have one request
Pull that shit back when you playn our tracks
Thomb like an 808, R.I.P. to Natina
Let you lean on the speakers, I stretch a beat like Uriah
Let her be a believer, know just how to make her one
Range Rover to river, get 'em on Jacob's run
Back on my bomb shit, you back on your forfeit
We at it regardless, she achy and selfish
That raw pat wa, linger like she Patraw
Move that like a clap-on, I semi-autoed that
Season a day, my copper dawn is straight
My liquor is all dark, my loyalty is in the kick
My jeans is four letters, my broads feel like they paint
Ain't nobody is nice, I'm arguably with the grace
I'm never home, but prim for the crib so I'm pharaoh
Rap like I'm posted at Willy Burger's with ?
Word to the win, my hands workin' again
In 35 percent, the red Jersey detent
All in these raps, we just statin' the facts
Ain't nothin' left, we displayn the best
All that we ask, we just have one request
Pull that shit back when you playn our tracks
This is the joint that you play in the club
After the club, on your way to the club
Drink what you wanna, smoke what you want
They say them pull off for the song even strong
This is the joint that you play in the club
After the club, on your way to the club
Drink what you wanna, smoke what you want
They say them pull off for the song even strong
All in these raps, we just statin' the facts
Ain't nothin' left, we displayn the best
All that we ask, we just have one request
Pull that shit back when you playn our tracks
False Alarm Video
