[Verse 1]
Yo
Buck up on my trip, yo ass get splat, now do all that dissin
Till we bend that curb we ain't worried bout nun'
They like damn lil Pint just hopped on feet then caught and tapped his head
Big boy boots when im on a drill, might step on yo feet then get out the way
Tap the switch they like "not fair"
Can't hop inside that box, like why the fuck would I care
Do a drill then I [?]
Got a pack comin in the mail
Hit they block and pop they top
Send a head right through the air
Tried to swerve but this bih geeked
I've been up for seven days [?] ain't get no sleep
Know them niggas steady hidin behind that net I already peeped
Brodie tell me chill out "we already been torchin the opps for a week"
And im still steady geeked
[?] spilled my cup I already pee'd
Backseat work, I love to work that fuckin heat
Drive down on that [?] .45, I love to creep
Bitch we posted on yo block, we on yo [?] trynna meet
[Verse 2]
He ain't got no pain, can't go eye to eye, nigga sweet
Nigga [?] for a [?] [?]
Dropped down on the plug say he dont wan give it up
I have a .45 semi this bitch really tucked
Hop out the car have yhapos spinnin, you ain did enough
I got a bad bitch on the gram' say she wanna fuck
Migo plug he take shit down he said you outta luck
Too many times shit had [?] swear I dont give a fuck
I was jus chasin opps down [?]
Young nigga on that block and you know we throwed
Lately backpack givin Drac' you know I ain't goin for nun'
My young nigga gun shit quick [?]
Fifty round up on the Drac' so I see why he runnin
Pull up, hop out the box, we just get to shootin my young nigga gunnin
[?]
Once she shake her ass [?]
Hop out every day [?]
You won't get a [?]
Four inside a [?]
Lil bro hop out box [?]
Damn
(Fuck boy, yo)
(Yo)