Spray around the block
Freddy gon' cross the block
Hit, hit, hit
Yuh, yo, yuh, yo, yuh, yo, yuh, yo
Uh, fuck y'all pussy ass boys, I don't need y'all
I stand high, y'all let me talk
Bitch, ass boys, y'all piss me off
Don't fuck with yvngchrissy, yvngchrissy that nigga not mentally sane
And don't let me catch you cause shit could get silly
You think this a jokey-joke? Nah nigga really?
Bitch, I'm deadass I don't think non of y'all niggas feel me
But I can't even trip this shit finna (Hit hit hit) Yuh, yuh
Damn (Yuh), with my hit you gon' get smacked
That Glock you get (Hit, hit, hit)
Why the fuck niggas think that I need them
Ho you could suck a dick, leave some semen
Bitch, you could go to hell and I mean it
It's always about yourself, you conceded
Get unplugged down for some cash on your head that's a (Hit, hit, hit)
I need my money talk, tomorrow it better come (Hit, hit, hit)
You turn you back on me? (On me?) You tryna lack on me? (On me?)
I get you crack homie, niggas turning they back on me
Damn, fuck that pussy ass nigga, man
But I can't even trip this shit finna (Hit hit hit)
Damn, with my hit you gon' get smacked
That Glock you get (Hit, hit, hit)
