Fuck, fuck, fuck I got lil'... I got lil' Go... I got lil' Goxan... I got lil' Goxan on this motherfucker Fuck, fuck, fuck I ain't gon' cap, this shit got me high as fuck Fake-ass weed, it's finally smokin' When we capped out, bitch, you said you had more friends Hotel smoke, now they gotta kick the door in Nigga actin' like they be spooked? Let me go in Send the front end, get the rest when the show end Clique ain't got Uzi, they over-exaggerated Pop out with spread, it's a popeye You think this my blick, but it not mine Fine shit got 'em spooked, nigga, let me hawk down Everybody puttin' on zop, we gon' drop down I get on feet, I don't even drive when the cars around Stuck in my hood, bitch, I feel like I'm locked down You a bowling pin, I'll knock you down Chalk it up with us, you'll never know I'm lyin' Come 'round the corner with the stick, I'm crouching down Nigga touchin' blicks? I could get any kind Bring drank to my hood, we drinkin' on any kind Get the stick, I'm in the street, I'm spinnin 'round House authorities, they be spooked when I pop out Do me a late score, connects, it's some Wi-Fi Two guns, I have it controlled, it'll jump out I see a flame in the spot when I dump fire I just went up on that chart, my art fire Everybody ridin', we duck when darts fly Let lil' twin lead the lick, he a smart guy Everybody blicked on the porch, we got 'za Last week, ain't have no munyun, now I spread Love my lil' fire when it's certain I'll touch the shell I could put a flashlight on it, it got a rail You ain't shoot that blick in a minute, I could tell When I get done with this song, finna smoke two I got connects anywhere, what you wanna do? 12 hit the store, we hit the hood, we runnin' through Ain't got no munyun, I'm tryna stack up a hundred blue Nigga shouldn't have showed me how to put the K5 in sport Now I'm in the hood, they like, "How you done teleport?" Bitch, I'm on drank, I won't pour up no Taylor Port You ain't hit your opp, what the fuck was you aimin' for? Fuck, fuck, fuck