Fuck Shit Phew phew Drugs got me down bad, I can't feel my feets Bitch I been on that rocky bag Might lay down for some weeks Lil gang don't I ain't got no fuckin chill Might dump the stick in [?] I might try to stuff a hunnid dubs, in fucking skinny jeans Get inside so I don't ask pussy nigga for nothing Lil boy know I got my blick on me, can't come without my gun 12 got different kinds of motors, be hard to fucking run I might come out with some crazy shit a different gun Might see me come out woods Late night we in the hood, late night we in the slum Might drive with two guns This fye be with Lil Flame 57 we be the gang Jump out with an accurate aim, walk down on your gang Fuck that shit I got fast gang, hit a fucking target We got hella blicks, hella guns, sticks out the trap Tried to sell my player a dirty scrap, pourin drank & juice I got blicks inside the fucking booth, might walk down with some loot This Hellcat gun, you can't even fuckin run I got the police [?], I'm hot just like the sun Promise I'm get off [?], promise Imma dump my fye This same [?], but I shoot that bit' with rapid fire Talk bout you gon' walk down on Lil Fast, boy you fuckin wack I just go inside create a class, then I pop out black Niggas seen me pop for racks, aim up top we aim for hats This a smelly pack, I might pop out jump out black You can't run from Fast, back the glizzy blast Blowin Zaza and we driving fast Bust a fucking, get outside the box Fuck 12 hit my fucking spot, I had to hide the Glocks [?] I got Glock room in my spot, Glock room in my house We might draw down on your whip, draw down on your ride Bitch I got, phew phew, bit' we got phew phew Fuck Shit