Fuck Nigga got za in the spot right now Nigga got drank in the spot right now Nigga fake crazy, we walkin' him down Better have a blick when you walkin' around Crazy ass 808s knockin' me down Fast gang trendy, the talk of the town Graduated from the trap, trappin' them gowns Come to yo' hood, I might come to yo' town I got a blick on me, I'm out of bounds Step out the whip and it smell just like pounds Deleted my voice on a lick, ain't no sound Fitted snapback on my head like a crown Come to my hood, boy you way out of bounds How the fuck you find my lil' ass town? Think I ain't got it, I'm Draco'd down Still be travellin', I'm in Clayco now Bump down on him, he had pesos wow Stackin' my chips, stack my Legos now I got the blick when I'm walkin' around Take off yo' face if that boy try to frown I ain't no middle man, you find the account A million or more I'll sign a amount Look at that boy, what he lyin' 'bout now? I got some shit make a lion turn 'round Lil' bitty fye makin' firework sounds .223's leave you lyin' around Take some free game, man that nigga on crack I got my gat, know I sit in the back Fishtail the whip, the tires done scratched You gotta control it, don't let it shake back I seen yo' drip, I know you got racks You can't even hide it, we get inside it Hold the door open I run out smilin' These sweet licks, we ain't pullin' no robberies Lil' buddy a hot, think he feel like he Bobby The temperature droppin', my nose gettin' snotty Come on this lick, I'm finna see if you 'bout it Ain't gotta question, nigga knowin' we solid No munyun, got shit in my wallet But I make sure I get high, that shit there a crime Blick in my hand, you can tell I ain't lyin' I was slumped in the back 'til they bumped on the ground Come to my hood, I got a pint and a nine These niggas trim tryna run stop signs Get up put the blick inside of my body Life of a top villan reaper Shit fucked up, gotta text my people Niggas don't know who they fuckin' wit' They fuckin' with them reapers Fuck Told lil' buddy stay off them pills, he finna pass out Let some fine shit post up with the fye, that fast gang mascot Drop the dot, we finna spin, now you tryna go in Not comin' back outside, might sit outside yo' house Downtown wit' my blick in my garment We can punch it out, make this shit harmless Caught a nigga down bad, he said "darn it" Oh you havin' purple drank, havin' Barney Bump down on you and I'm takin' yo' pharmacy Anticipated on the lick, you ain't wanna eat Rich as fuck the only thing that I wanna be Tryna slime me out and my blicky up under me Tryna bite the drip? It can only be one of me You hit the wrong target 'cause you really ain't want the beef Fuck