Kliff Notez - Most Dangerous lyrics

[Verse 1: King Chip] ... Springfield on me, I'm from Cleveland homie Got my gun license whoadie ain't no swinging on me ni**a we gets it it fo sho' b*tch I ain't no ho That ??? sh*t is cool fo sho' ​I'm from Saints Row Ain't no re up game though ni**a with money just lay low Y'all ni**a do what I say so don't end up rocking no halo (b*tch) Two Jordans ain't outchea, all black is my outfit My hood ain't play no games this year .... b*tch Up in Queens with OG P, we on the extra real We living legends from the hood, ain't got no record deal I'm dropping like twenty in a months still, cop a new weapon change a grill Pretty girls came for sex you leave nah if you came to chill Y'all ni**a with plenty cake, X6 on 28's You play around with your salary, I know your boss you finna hate Come to club don't pay me down got a hammer homie got an OZ Yeah that what's up and show some love but keep movin' y'all know me b*tch [Hook (2x):] What's the prognosis I'm focused about my bacon strips What's your agenda I'm never off point my clique We still the dopest the coldest the most dangerous We still the dopest the coldest the most dangerous [Verse 2: Kliff Notez] The coldest most dangerous, my affiliates most dangerous Guns we trust murder rock, shake 'em like some princess cuts Give me gums with bubble bu*ts, f*ck ? This infamous legend life riders in the Harley truck We can tell ain't hardly bust, what's the smell of powder puff Triple cross and wide ni**a streets out here f*ck you up Pussy call it fall on me, snitches ain't no referee Take that chain what you want, b*tch I'm on that money train Move 'em like some liquid cane, ni**as sweet as sugar cane Smack 'em through that windowpane, ho ass ni**a I'm bout these raps Bustin' traps and bouncin' back, 22 pounds of that hundred stacks 2 pounds of that duffle bag, scale you can tear that back Chips is at lay in the trap, lay in the bush is payback black Ain't gon' be no I be back, I be sure to finish clap OG's call me little me, cause they can't get rid of me My top just like ?, you kidding me what's the prognosis [Hook (2x):] What's the prognosis I'm focused about my bacon strips What's your agenda I'm never off point my clique We still the dopest the coldest the most dangerous We still the dopest the coldest the most dangerous [Verse 3: Prodigy] I still pop a few drugs, pop a little bub get a low neck For my little jump bunny in the projects She like my swag there's no contest Perignon P that's me, that's me, no doubt, no doubt, I'm next Leave this mic and pick my teeth Always my man is passed tooth pick A little dessert that'll work what's on the menu Some basement track tell than to let loose Some real hot sh*t that burn like pistols And DJs won that instrumental That murder that fire that killed the plane and serving fiends They wanna get higher and higher we got what they need This that hit a ni**a with the back when the ni**a wanna act like upward in What a really is showing what it is and a better ni**a never do that again ni**as emotional like Carl Thomas I hurt your feelings and I'm not sorry The autobiography of the hardest artist I draw your blood Test my hand I test my aim and Etch-a-sketch but on your face Canary stoolies when a jammie up and have a ni**a catch a brand new case I know your style you so tough tell a ??? knock out your brain I tell on that dead man no make no statements and can't cooperate [Hook (2x):] What's the prognosis I'm focused about my bacon strips What's your agenda I'm never off point my clique We still the dopest the coldest the most dangerous We still the dopest the coldest the most dangerous