Kung Fu

My homies on my block are doing Kung Fu
You try to fight us, who is you
We using it to take homies out real smooth
You know the homies don’t play when you our Kung fu
With this virus going on there is nothing to do
So we in our house practicing our Kung fu
You us have nothin better to do, yea
Nothin fricking better to do
Homies think they can fight
We got homies got homies on the left and the right
When we pull up you won’t be able to fight
That homie though he knew Kung Fu
Running, we stick on you like glue
Rolled up, gunned on you
Look at clips, it grew
Gun at him, had no clue
Our snipers, has a clear view
Tried to pet us, we ain’t in zoo
You know the sky’s, blue
Homie around him, can’t screw
Dissing, we don’t like to argue
Dissing on us, you can’t undo
He missing, he doo doo
Bullets, went across your skin, like a tattoo
We smoke bombing, it look like shampoo
My homie in jail for life it’s going to be a rescue (yea hear me)
Yea SN31, we don’t play in the crew
Yea we don’t play around
Knock out homies crew, like one, two
Now we don’t have you worry about his crew
Homie blocked my punch had a clear view, and knocked him out of his shoe
We doing drive-byes slow, hating homies have to go
You know SN31 Crew is the CEO
Killing at night, we glow
We be selling, the dough
Good aim, we are pros
Had a double kill I was like woah
Our Crip dances are low
Young homie, man gun gun ran out of ammo
So I had to hit him with my bow and arrow
With a arrow
With a arrow
With a arrow
With a arrow
Sn31, (yea)
That homie though he knew Kung Fu
Running, we stick on you like glue
Rolled up, gunned on you
Look at clips, it grew
Gun at him, had no clue
Our snipers, has a clear view
Tried to pet us, we ain’t in zoo
You know the sky’s, blue
Homie around him, can’t screw
Dissing, we don’t like to argue
Dissing on us, you can’t undo
He missing, he doo doo
Bullets, went across your skin, like a tattoo
We smoke bombing, it look like shampoo
My homie in jail for life it’s going to be a rescue (yea hear me)
Yea yea it going to be a rescue (yea hear me)
Yea yea it going to be a rescue (yea hear me)
Rescue x6 (yea hear me)
Our moves beat you, can’t cope
We makes stacks, by selling dope
Make sure my homie in jail don’t drop the soap
My chopper, gave you a stroke
We hit you long range, with no scope
We put a bomb in you envelope
All these homies want the smoke
Crew came down on a rope
In school we learn about the slope
My bullets gave you a little poke
Tried watching our plan from a telescope
Came on him with gun to his head, he tried to make an oath
We said nope, shot and he died real slow
Now he dieing slow he fricking dieing slow