Yung G - Computers (Freestyle) lyrics

(Verse 1) All these social networks and these computers Got n***as posting pics with guns But they don't shoot em Catch em in public now they actin like they Neva knew ya Like n***a why u freezin up I thought u was a shooter? If u see me on the block I got my Glock wit me ain't wit the talkin You can come and get these shots p**y f** duckin beef im out here daily u want smoke jus tell me I'll send Lil bro up on dat mission bet he won't fail me Call up them shootas best believe dey get to clappin fa me Pull up on ya pull up on ya I ain't talkin huggies Strapped wit that pistol so if I was you i wouldn't bug me Slide on my Gang them semi's soak ya leave yo n***as soggy U gotta problem pull up on 136th A.V.E I'll change that n***a like a channel on a f**in TV 30 clip up on my side I'll let it blow I pull up on em rate his pockets til he broke My n***as tote em but dez clips ain't here fa show Don't do discussions if I up it Ima score We catch a fraud up in the set We shoot em down You get to wolfin then my 30 make a sound My Circle full of shootas goofyz ain't allowed You f** wit me u d.i.e and thatz a vow Pull up gang can get it poppin like sum ex Roll up and poke em I ain't talkin fingertips Dem choppas spitten if u on dat lackin sh** And if u think u Finna rob me think again He talkin tough until I took that pistol out And have that goofy Catchin bullets Tim Brown Thatz what you get fa talkin sh** you ain't about Think ima joke I'll have sum n***as to Ya house All my n***as reckless Gang b**h u know the movement Pull up on a f**in stain have my drillaz screw em (Verse 2) Catch me in the field pullin Glock triggas All my shootas in the cut waitin to pop n***as k**az wit me run up wrong you'll lose ya top n***a Fto I see a opp I let the shots hit em Ain't hard to find I'm in the field I'm wit my f**in villains said Dis before u f** wit me u get a hot feelin my shortys bout it rugas Choppas b**h we got em wit us so talk that sh** u was on Twitter to My face I dare ya Creep up on em wit dat Glizzy yea it's fully loaded Put it to his head get dem f**in shots blowin 30 empty now he leakin body smellin musty Den get up out that jam fore the f**in cops see me Free my n***a dre up out the pin Yo n***as doin months my n***as doin years U want beef wit FMFB n***a come and get it Dez n***as totin but ain't out here in the field wit it We steady Crusin tryna find out were dez n***as hidden I might be little but my clip will up and burie n***as My n***as shootin 30's not pool n***as think they Finna try me dey sum fools I get behind a tree and start to shoot I feel like Rambo wit that tool I'm in the field doin hits wit my crew I ain't gotta tell em once they gon shoot We known to blow jus know that I ain't talkin flutes We'll Have a n***a Catchin shells jus like the flu Don't run up on me Boy you will get shot And if u got dat sack u gettin robbed Fmfb me & my hittaz taken off Get in our way den on the floor is were you'll drop