Blick in my hand in a deadout now Let me get some lil' twin tapping him down Sit back in the car, we got rounds Seven Joker, we dressed like some clowns Pop out on me, fye gon' make different sounds Make the boy sit down, you ain't runnin' outta town Blicked up with a blick I done found Chop shop, [?] Fine shit say she fuck with my sound Got some shit hot, you done let me inside it Put you to sleep, you think you gon' rob me? I can't do no jam Zaza in my blunt, hit licks, run out the front, nope, the back Oh, you Hyena? I wanna see you attack Hollows stuffed in the clip to the max You capped in yo' song, you ain't speaking no facts Run off in yo' face while you turning yo' back These niggas be hoes tryna go tit for tat Got lil' gang in the jam and he snacked up on snacks Do the show, get the get back in, run in the back, finna be right back Every time he save up, we catch him, he lack I had it for him twin, them bodies like crack Hot shots got you duckin' yo' hat Call Of Duty perks, I got 'em attached Boy, you a big perv', know I grabbed the racks Walk down on me, bitch, you meeting yo' match In the dead end smokin' blunts with the bats I ain't on shit I just want me some racks You ain't on shit, nigga, what is the catch? This on the gang, on the list you'll be next Come to my hood, take yo' pint if you ain't pouring me up Real roadrunner on rats She told me the real, she want me for sex They book me for show, on the stage, I'ma sweat Think that's yo' big homie, they treatin' you like pets Zaza blunts, Glock poke out my sweats Put down the fye, beat that boy ass Lil' ass arms, T-Rex Snatch his zip, he gotta be havin' In the dead out, bitch, I'm smoking on cabbage Walk down on me, bitch, I'm letting you have it Shoot the fye, bitch, I feel like a Maverick Take that boy fye 'cause he thought he was savage They ain't let me in, I'm filling my baggage Wagwan, nigga, what the fuck happened? Sit back in the whip, we ain't lackin' Fishtail the whip the brakes be dragging Sensation when you shoot with lil' Fast Fine shit get to trippin', she naggin' We start wit' gang now we dancin', we braggin' Couldn't even run 'cause the lil' boy was saggin' Boy, you a bitch tryna behold yo' passion Thought I was posted, I'm sildin' in a wagon Hot shit, I be spittin' like a dragon I put in my order, that zaza be taxin' Slime that boy out, that boy tried to tax me Bet not fuck up on the licks with lil' Fast Fuck