Jperk – Terrorizing Tatnall
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Terrorizing Tatnall

Chorus

Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, Ocho
We might be onto somethin'
Spent twenty-four hundred for this Draco
My niggas gon' lay low when I say so
Spent twenty-four hundred for this Draco
My niggas gon' lay low when I say so
The feds, they comin', better run, nigga
Finna take 'em on a chase, I got my gun with me

Verse 1

Terrorizin' Tatnall, my little brother shoot like peso
Spent some money on this gun, this bitch shoot when I say "go" [Shoot when I say "go"
Show you how to lay some down, just watch me, boy, just take notes [Watch and take notes
I done made a million fuckin' dollars in the gray note [In the gray note
I didn't even go get it yet, I'm talkin' 'bout them bigger checks
Call Capital, call Virgin
Finna bring in a million plaques [Finna bring in a million plaques
Niggas don't know my body, I fuck around and bring a million back [I bring a million back
OG in my hood, he got that soft, that shit like semilac [That shit like semilac
Take 'em down, we ain't playin' 'round, we gon' get 'em gone [Boom-boom-boom
All my opps locked up, I'm tryna get 'em home [I'm tryna get 'em home
Kill them niggas, nah, for real my nigga [Nah, for real
All my niggas bound to drill, not off of pills or jiggas [They bound to drill
I wonder what my brother was thinkin' on his last days of livin'
He coulda scored and went to jail for a sentence [Oh
I talk about him in every song [Oh
I really miss my niggas
It's halin' bullets for my niggas like the winter [I miss my niggas, oh
I wonder when that rain go [Oh
Sometimes that pain go [Sometimes that pain go
Told you better lay low [Better lay low
My shooter come through choppin' like he peso [You hear, nigga?
Oh

Chorus

Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, Ocho
Spent twenty-four hundred for this Draco
We might be onto somethin'
My niggas gon' lay low when I say so
The feds, they comin', better run, nigga
Finna take 'em on a chase, I got my gun with me

Verse 2

Spinnin' cycle
This a AR pistol, this is not a rifle [No
Niggas tuck they heads when they see me 'cause they know I don't like 'em
Got family in the feds, they doin' time 'cause niggas wrote a bible
Ain't no nigga in my city make it out, so I ain't have a idol [They ain't make it out
Fuck the trenches, I'm ridin' 'round with my Draco
Makin' plays behind the tint, the opps, they hate those
We the ones that run the city
We pop out with eight poles
With the bitches while we out In Philly
They fuck when I say so

Chorus

Spent twenty-four hundred for this Draco
My niggas gon' lay low when I say so
[Oh]

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