Fuck, fuck, fuck (Littfroy) Fuck You wanna [?], watch yo' head, ayy, wa—, watch out Any opp play 'round, they stamped, fuck Any opp play 'round they stomped Two two lines of the drank, now I'm drunk You was in the field back then now you aren't Look at that time, my time has come Watch out for the snakes, I'm watchin' my own Ever since I popped they think that I'm gone Take down a lick, that lick be strong I'll take one or two shots then I'm gone Hold yo' head up, why you watchin' your phone I know you cap, I just gave you the cap back Act like you scared to hit a ho, I had clapped that Mini drac' and an ARP it got clap back You ain't do that you just come up with cap rap I'm in New York, hang my head out the black truck Throw the drip on in the store 'fore I buy it Bitch, I'ma sit in the back I won't drive Come to my tour, you could come see me live Any time twelve push up, push up with vibes Already know what you workin' That za', that shit look earthy My autograph ain't even cursive Lil' twin havin' bowls of turkeys Already did it, ain't even rehearse it Come to yo' city, we linkin' in person You ain't freestyle, you just stack up on verses Shit ain't a game, you ain't tryna' versus Too many guns but ain't shit nerfin' Shooter did a lick, but I thought it was worth it Take a nigga down when I feel like I'm worthless I'm the one outside, ain't see a person When I get some fine shit you know I'ma be scherchin' She say I act like a whole 'nother person Lick on li' gang, nah, he better be workin' Hoes outside, all the eaters be lurkin' Turn the beat on, it gotta be blast This ain't no za', this gotta be swag Run you off the road, you gon' ride through the grass This ain't my face, I hide behind a mask Night time cookie, we ride through, geeked up Hop out the back seat, I can't let my seat up Hit up my management if you want you a feature Lil' twin play sports, we lit in the bleachers Ain't even gonna' cap, you can't even reach me Spend too much money to where the T-Shirt one time Stand around blicked up, everybody gunned down Chucky live over here, we always have fun time Heard a nigga bitch want me through the grapevine Hit a ho from the back, that hoe put her face down Lil' twin been watching your spot, this day nine Why you feel like I'm a regular artist Fuck, fuck