(Prod. https://soundcloud.com/vampiricassault)

Lyrics:

Omerta da code I won’t talk I won’t tip
The opps want me dead so I keep me the glick
Only care bout the bred don’t care bout no bitch
Shoot a ruger at an opp I hope that it hit
Mag ain’t enough shots gotta extend the clip
I gotta drive slow when feds tailing our whip
In a month ima need lot more then a zip
Gotta make sure no hot niggas running they
lips
The only ones that I trust are the ones wit the gang
Smokin on good pressure that average person can’t hang
Couldn’t sleep at night all we heard was fuckin bangs
Make the Glock vocal when we saw an opp and made it sang
Most of the opps that we’ve been tryna get already smoked
Under pressure keep my aim I won’t choke
Only crash out if they even mention folks
Gotta keep Glock hidden in my fuckin coat

Why the fuck he claim he gangster when he not
Everyone in my gang is always totin on them glocks
I rather die in a cell then say some info to a cop
Say word bout me to the feds they gon get shot
Situations I was young where they wanted me to talk
Sucks even if I go to stores I gotta watch for opps
Sayin he with the shits but he living a lie
Always had low tolerance even smacked off the dime

Since a youngin I’ve been seeing dead bodies I’ve been seeing crime
Wishing that I killed my bros opp wish I could turn back time
Talking too much on the net pull up to they block and then they hide
We Robbed him in traffic there’s still blood on the sign
Someone that I trust that’s still something I ain’t find
He know where I stay his ass gotta fuckin die
See if they plot for the ones I keep by my side
I know they want me dead so I always gotta keep the fye

I wxn’t t4lk (Prod. vampiricassault)

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I wxn’t t4lk (Prod. vampiricassault)

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