Borleone Gun Fight (feat. Baby Ahk)
[Intro: Borleone]
Young lord
[Chorus: Borleone]
Uh, taking your shit like a thief in the night
Young Borleone, nigga, came with the pipe
It's a gunfight, nigga came with a knife
Got pounds in the trap, price should be right
I ride with them sticks when I'm in the A
I smoke on OG even when I'm in LA
I'm trappin' with Baby, I'm servin' the éses
I'm shootin' the AR, don't f..ck with the SK
Taking your shit like a thief in the night
Young Borleone, nigga, came with the pipe
It's a gunfight, nigga came with a knife
Got pounds in the trap, price should be right
I ride with them sticks when I'm in the A
I smoke on OG even when I'm in LA
I'm trappin' with Baby, I'm servin' the éses
I'm shootin' the AR, don't f..ck with the SK
[Verse 1: Baby Ahk]
Slide on the A, I might go down to Magic
.32 in my boot, walk around with the magic
Gotta run to the store, think I run out of plastic
I'm on my grind so I'm out here faster
Two hundred the dash, better clear my passage
I'm in LA and I'm wrappin' up packages
I'm with my éses and they savages
Been doin' this shit here, I'm fly like a mannequin
Borleone with me and these niggas panicking
I lied to the judge when I said I won't trap again
They kicked in my door and they found all the packages
They ain't find the brick so I feel like the man again
[Chorus: Borleone]
Uh, taking your shit like a thief in the night
Young Borleone, nigga, came with the pipe
It's a gunfight, nigga came with a knife
Got pounds in the trap, price should be right
I ride with them sticks when I'm in the A
I smoke on OG even when I'm in LA
I'm trappin' with Baby, I'm servin' the éses
I'm shootin' the AR, don't f..ck with the SK
Taking your shit like a thief in the night
Young Borleone, nigga, came with the pipe
It's a gunfight, nigga came with a knife
Got pounds in the trap, price should be right
I ride with them sticks when I'm in the A
I smoke on OG even when I'm in LA
I'm trappin' with Baby, I'm servin' the éses
I'm shootin' the AR, don't f..ck with the SK
[Verse 2: Borleone]
I ride with that AR, niggas, they hate hard
I used to make plays with my nigga Sir Trap-A-Lot
We runnin' from 12, nigga, block got hot
Twenty guns, twenty pounds right up in the spot
Slept on the block, twenty bands off of them racks
I go get the plug, nigga, for the pack
He said he was loyal but that nigga a hot
That nigga a runner, can't come to the spot
f..ck t-shirt, get my bro right on a chain
Long live my Ahk, nigga goin' insane
We servin' that water, drip, nigga, rain
I called up Lil Fresh, tell him it's a stain
I call up JahFreak and we make plays
Real dopeboy, nigga, like I'm MA
Young Borleone, nigga, I'm makin' the wave
Long live Sir Trap-A-Lot, niggas hate
