GMEBE - Computers lyrics

[Verse 1: Pistol] All these computer a** n***as on the internet n***a face book wolf, and insta flex Go get a n***a face took another n***a stretched I see some n***as sub tweets so I'm like where they at? Alotta n***as ho less and them n***as know it If he a walking stain ima check and roll him I pull up on the opps, with that mac and blow it And I might just double back right after I reload it Forty K got that seven he don't f** around Boss Kat already on the move and he just touched back down Lil bro got snatched up for that sh** and he ain't make a sound And now he right back tryna take another man down Boss Kat he a shooter spot an intruder he blasting them rugers He blasting Shayla, blasting for Scottie, blasting for Roe he blasting medullas We drilling and we liking them drillers computers that heat it so s**y it came with a cooler Charlie out beamer like 2 or 3 rulers I got it in traffic and its only a mutor My n***as they savage, 4 deep with 4 ratchets in traffic Tryna see if them n***as all lacking dinero like pistol I think we got action Hopping out and we blasting, you sleeping in the streets and a casket My n***as so reckless and we slide through your block we gon wreck sh** Smoking scottie that wet sh**, Rolling dutchies don't pa** it All my n***as be cashing , if you broke get a casket [verse2: Allo] Whats up with all these net works especially Facebook Catch a n***a face to face see how his face look Don't get your face took Don't get your face took Im on the o block when I post up you know them mops out Call up Zola that my shooter don't get dropped now We out here lurking n***as nervous why they hiding out But all on net talking bout that Life they not about n***as not up on they block pull up flash some shots then come back around And I won't make a sound, and I won't make a sound 3p keep the drum, ya'll know Murda aim for none he blow a n***a down And I just bought a brand new chopper If you want call me we got free smoke make you the topic b**h we gang banging getting money this sh** ain't nothing Slide on these chains with the gang bodies dropping Dont do no boxing if its problem boojie off em These hoes be stalking f** one time then never call them Pull up gang playing n***as on they sh** Got perfect shooters when they shoot b**h they dont miss So you could duck or you get hit Then I right back smoking mane like oh know sh** [verse3: Lil chief dinero] n***as say they got Macs they talking bout computers They is not up in this field they is not some shooters We dont like the network or these computers When we sliding when we riding Money got the ruger If he sneak diss have lil Bravo come and stretch him out He acting though for these b**hes for some f**ing clout I give boss kat a large amount and he be at yo house Jp just bought a new mac go check our body Count And all my n***as real demons on the low scheming Pull up in steamers for my shorties while im in that beamer You see me in that beamer best believe I got my nina Its holding 30 come through flood yo block just like Katrina If you ain't with us you against us b**h its f** the city Pull up gang we got Macs we got f**ing semis His b**h is one me cuz he lonely she know im that n***a Im counting figures pulling triggers trapping in the Winter Scottie dancing in the party for my n***a scottie And if you mention scottie BD bringing out the tommy They know im just like streets with that tool Bodies on the drive go ask the news They like the T smoking mane Roe block smoking that sh** too [verse4: JP Armani] This here for my n***as on that 4 we grab that tool For osachella I got em just Watch the news My n***as demons but Im RoeMo with that tool n***as lacking ima sco like sco would do Up off the scottie with some maine up in the two Lil roc pour up 6 of that blood thats rohnny Ju Getting a thousand from features spend that on shoes Shoe box stanked up in this crib that ain't no schoes Flex chino box im like debo I take yo trues No face no case thats yo maine I ain't got no clue They like Jp doing stains thats what I do Roe block b**h thats the gang b**h thats the crew Riding trough the stains with murda Thats what I call dollar tell murda