556zoo – active lyrics
active lyrics
[intro]
(nah, it’s the beam in the beat, i told you n+ggas)
yeah
hard head, real six
hard head, real six
danube lane, big bragg’
mister 556, big bragg’
ayy
[verse]
fish fry gang, we the ones get active (no cap)
i know a lot of n+ggas cappin’, they said that they ’bout that sh+t, n+ggas not active (no cap)
i went to school with the opps and i kept me a gun, they wasn’t on sh+t, n+ggas not active (yes sir)
f+ck with needo, get matched to a pastor (pastor)
glock twenty+one have ’em dance, no dancer (no dancer)
she tryna keep me, tryna hold me for ransom (no way)
ain’t no way, lil’ b+tch, i ain’t goin’ for that (no way)
danube lane, b+tch n+gga, that’s my sh+t
don’t speak on that side or we growin’ at your neck (come here)
bro in that field, can’t freeze, no glitch
i catch me a opp, then g in the mix
call me one day, man, that sh+t don’t miss
you ain’t slide for your bro, n+gga, you ain’t on sh+t (what the f+ck?)
you wifin’ that b+tch, first night i done hit
if she ain’t suckin’ d+ck, then the door she can hit (no cap)
don’t ask where i’m at, b+tch, i’m posted in the bricks
with it thuggin’ all day, we ain’t worried ’bout sh+t (come on)
i slide with bro, promote, let’s take somethin’
ridin’ ’round this b+tch with a arp, don’t run
let’s bang it out, b+tch, i’m tryna have fun (you dumb)
back in with no bread, need to go fund (fund)
can’t say no opp posted with you, big slum (slum)
thirty+two shots in this b+tch, shot dump (dump)
disrespect the guys, that sh+t straight skunk
n+ggas be fake+ups, pullin’ straight stunts
and for fifty, we goin’ on the high+speed
faceshot gang, we can’t get no id (no cap)
b+tch too fast, they can’t get behind me
mask up like we gettin’ wrecked ‘fore halloween
straight at your door, we knockin’ like tricks or treats?
spin on a opp block, i’m screamin’ out, “repeat”
b+tch tryna f+ck, i told her, “just eat neat”
she got to noddin’, you know she a neat freak (neat freak)
all+black, we finna creep down your street (your street)
don’t try to run, b+tch, this ain’t no trackmeet
12 on my phone, the police wan’ track me (track me)
5.56, big yop, you can catch this (catch it)
opp b+tch screamin’, got no way, i’m bleedin’
n+ggas be rat as h+ll, goin’ crazy for cheese
got ’em thugs in the hood, man, they gotta come catch me
eat a f+ck boy, ain’t no way you can trick me
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