KidWond3r - Recuperate lyrics

[Intro:] Gang! Ayy, ayy Know it's part two, b**h you know I'm rockin', n***a Get your guns up, get your funds up You on that opp sh**, get mop stick, b**h Out west 290 sh**, YSN young street n***a Ayy, gang Ayy, ayy [Verse:] All my n***as g**n, f** the other side Just bought a choppa, now I'm feenin' for a homicide Flyest n***a livin', I give b**hes bu*terflies You a street n***a? Boy your a** don't even come outside Get my street sweepers corners, come and pick my trash up Made it rain in the club, hoes pickin' cash up Big body, rims rub, n***a this a fast truck Brian Urlacher, b**h you know I got my sacks up Four macs in this Q7, this a Mack truck Big b**h do a split, drop it, bring it back up When we doin' shows, all the hoes, they attack us Yeah we ball but you fouled out, you shouldn't have hacked up Tote a strap, n***a, so don't get clapped, n***a I ain't got time to box with you, I don't wanna scrap with you You was sleepin' on me while you shouldn't have took a nap n***a I got you and I know you want your lick back, n***a I'm from out west, we don't go to kickbacks, n***a My gun big but it don't got a kickback, n***a I rock designer, everything missmatched, n***a She get lost with me, I know you want your b**h back, n***a I'm ballin' hard, you can have her back, I'm tossin' her Randy Mossin' her Bussa nut on her and make her sister lick it off of her I can't cuff that b**h, no I'm not a police officer Got a lot of haters but the glizzies keep them off of us Gucci, Louis denim, boy you still rockin' Hollister Hit the mall with my dawgs and we buy a lot of stuff If my brother shoot ya, I'ma shoot you, it's a lot of us Shooter war vet 223 bullets chop you up He say he gettin' money but the numbers never add up If you say you real, what the f** you got to act for? You ain't down to k**, what the f** you got a strap for? You ain't chasin' mils, what the f** you serving packs for? I f**ed her and her friend, made that b**h call for backup You ain't heard about that last n***a that got clapped up? Wanna end up like that last n***a tryna act tough? Addin' money to my stash house and let it stack up I'm ridin' with this baby choppa 'cause I'm ruthless Rims blow your b**h, I catch you square than a deep dish Get 'em straight up out that water yeah like a sea fish Hit your block, then we double back, that's a remix I spray the K then I get ghost like I'm Casper n***as broke but I ain't, what I need a cast for? Don't be stupid, boy you know what we get on your a** for No face, no case, what you think I got my mask for? I heard n***as on that hate sh** These n***as broke, gotta face it I roll me up a Swisher and I face it My rims big, made my car look like a spaceship I just bought another Draco with that K clip I aim it at your nose, give your a** a face lift If you ain't talkin' money I don't want your conversation I just wanna f** you b**h, I don't want your relations Stick to that G code you don't know your combination Them choppa bullets stoppin' your blood from circulatin' The feds tryin' stoppin' my trap from percolatin' But meanwhile I'm out of town recuperatin'