Fuck, fuck, (You fucking idiot), fuck, fuck Dynamite come out my blick, you can't duck it Get on that drank, I get big like LUCKI Fine shit peeped game, forgot I was ugly I could get my paws on anything, it ain't nothing Raising your voice, why the fuck you keep cussing? Wrap the shit too tight, that za' pack be musty You headfirst in the field, we have a concussion I just go do it, I don't plan or discuss it Come to the field, our department get ugly You a sweet lick in my hood, we gon' rush you Your chain be your bread, why the fuck would you tuck it? Let lil' twin do it, let him score him a bucket Twelve pulled my hoodie, who the fuck you getting rough with? They ain't know I had a tool, we got out, I snuck this Sit yo' ass down, boy, you a Uncle Ruckus Everybody chilling, man, I pop out on fuck shit Do me a lick, then I hop on a bus quick Shit in my blick hit your body, it shred up Ain't touching munyun, got to get my little bread up Walk with your head down, man, hold your little head up You got a blick, what the fuck is you scared of? Fuck (You fucking idiot) Drac' in my pants at the show if they let me Pull up your fire, that's a fuck nigga pet peeve Real trench, boy, I'ma have my fire on the jet ski Tat my little body, told my artist to sketch me Ain't talking about no munyun- don't DM, don't text me Nigga ahh wigging out, boy, you better tighten up Hit at your top, hollow give you a line up Shortcuts in my hood, twelve can't find us They took out your starting five, they fucked up your lineup Real drank head, before I rap, poured a pint up Nigga act cap, get clapped trying to pipe up Hollow pointers hit your drip, it bite stuff He gon' trip out with that fire, that boy, he might buss' He gon' wig out with that fire, that boy might buss' I appreciate the love, but y'all fuck niggas bite us Hot box stolo, pick a nigga wife up Dark in my hood, got to hold my light up You ain't gone finish the drank, let me get that Nigga think the micro sweet, it got kick back I was tripped out when I tatted my six pack You made a wish, now you can't get your wish back I had it for you, your guns, you missed that Turn too my phones in my name, man Count that money, shoot the gun, same hands In the bricks, now my mom cook out the same pans Why the fuck the attention on me when I came in? See me last night, I done popped out the same pants Post up with a blick in Saint Laurent garment Boy, you got a hand out, you didn't even earn it, fuck, fuck