When it get dark we start looking for sharks Let it spark we gone bend through they park Lil niggas think they got heart but ain't playing it smart Like niggas better be playing they part Like, pop door get to spraying in dark Hit the A drop 4 then we playing the R And we tryna drop more we ain't playing at all Like I'ma soar what a dangerous star Go and walk through the Munn If you really wanna catch one Like all headshots fuck is a vest son Heard a R got stretched Now I wonder who next son Spin I'm flipping your car All the way til the feds come And Lil Duty hit best That's another lil dead one How you flex won't blow what you scared son? And we got a tech in this bitch Don't you dare run Like up a weapon or flinch I'ma flare son And you niggas never on shit Face died why the fuck y'all ain't hop in a car And go spin about it Like niggas hurt onna R They ain't shit without him Hell yea I'ma burst this I don't just spit about it Niggas be worthless just wanna sit around me Hell no I ain't nervous Cause I'ma just click without him And we love them 30s new gen I'ma dick her down (My G-Lock is a birdie) It fuck niggas it get around Why niggas cap they ain't really tryna get into beef Hit his hat ain't no way he running track on me Double that gotta sack what the fuck is a 7 I'm die that and what the fuck is a 3 Tell them boys slide back No we ain't ducking the heat How niggas mad that they brother deceased I ain't for nothing I'm dumping I ain't going like he And we gonna rush him if we want that boy 103 Go and walk through the Munn If you really wanna catch one Like all headshots fuck is a vest son Heard a R got stretched Now I wonder who next son Spin I'm flipping your car All the way til the feds come And Lil Duty hit best That's another lil dead one How you flex won't blow what you scared son? And we got a tech in this bitch Don't you dare run Like up a weapon or flinch I'ma flare son They tryna rap beef I wanna bump guns I ain't tryna do none of that fed shit I'm tryna clap him brodie a slow one Yea he dumb tryna hit up my mans bitch Watch how we wack him, clip him and roll him Like if I up it he gone be a dead bitch Like not for nothing I up it and dump it Nigga til my hands stiff Splatter his head nigga hit his melon I don't fuck with the feds Let me find out you telling Brodie on meds (Well I'm tryna nail him) Fill his dreads then I tie em together Boy you a bitch I been dying to catch you He die Grape Street Crip then I'm trying to stretch you I got my pistol gone die if you test me One 40 shell hit his thigh and a 9 to his temple When it get dark we start looking for sharks Let it spark we gone bend through they park Lil niggas think they got heart but ain't playing it smart Like niggas better be playing they part Like, pop door get to spraying in dark Hit the A drop 4 then we playing the R And we tryna drop more we ain't playing at all Like I'ma soar what a dangerous star Go and walk through the Munn If you really wanna catch one Like all headshots fuck is a vest son Heard a R got stretched Now I wonder who next son Spin I'm flipping your car All the way til the feds come And Lil Duty hit best That's another lil dead one How you flex won't blow what you scared son? And we got a tech in this bitch Don't you dare run Like up a weapon or flinch I'ma flare son Long Live Face nigga Long live Duty