Pick up the Pace

Speaking on Budda B Get you shot in the face Don't get caught with the heat I ain't leaving a trace And Ya Mans gotta hit Tell him pick up his face Like It's time to put you in your place Bro Got booked for the knock He still fighting that case In love with this chop Never run but I chase How many dead Opps like Like tell him to pick up the pace Run up get shot cause I'm toting on Nikki Like Tell niggas come and get wit me Got to get low I know shit getting Mixy Send a shot Put that knock to her titti Like they know what's up Caught him lacking that boy out of luck Get the clapping that boy better duck When they see me they know I'm gonna dump Like Fuck a Deuce Bitch I walk with a tec Walk up on em like nigga Who next In they P's tryna tap me a head Like every opp shot Hope they ready for death Opp thot ready Suck on the team He Trying to box Put a shot to his bean He tryna run He can't run from the beam Like Don't run don't trip don't lean Like how many opps got hit 1, 2 Man I could go on forever Think I'm lacking the pole in the sweater Spot a opp everything getting wet up Like How many opps Got blitz 3,4 And we kicking in doors He in his bag Better pray to the lord I'm from that Jack block And we uping that score Speaking on Budda B Get you shot in the face Don't get caught with the heat I ain't leaving a trace And Ya Mans gotta hit Tell him pick up his face Like It's time to put you in your place Got booked for the joint he still Fighting that case In love with this chop Never run but I chase How many dead Opps like Like Tell him to pick up the pace Speaking on Budda B Get you shot in the face Don't get caught with the heat I ain't leaving a trace And Ya Mans gotta hit Tell him pick up his face Like It's time to put you in your place Got booked for the joint he still fighting that case In love with this chop never run but I chase How many dead Opps like Like tell him to pick up the pace --- PICK UP THE PACE - J Summer