[Intro]

Baow, baow

Baow, baow, baow

(It's Nico in this bitch)

Yo

B-B-B-Booter

[Chorus]

Spinners, dotties, Glock 9s, hella sweets

New clip for this Glock long like a limousine

Went jail, I came home, catch me on the same shit

Summertime, I'll still make a block rain quick

Yo, I hit him with the dots, then hit a twenty-pound shot

Fifty-pound shot, fuck with my set and get got

They can't hide, even in jail, we're getting down opps

Me and M buying all the burners for the block

[Verse 1]

I shot a man the first day that I bought it

I got money for a vid, get him down and record it

She said that I'm boring, all I rap about is boring

We send heat out and keep scoring

Gang shit, backstage in Manny, two hand tings

Run up on me wrong timе, that's both waps banging

Run up on him, pitch black, left his arm hanging

Rap star, trap star, still pack-slinging

Still up on them dirty roads, still riding, burning clothes

Ask A and M, thеy both know, big sticks, pogo

Get the drop, I'll roll 'round, lock off your postcode

F Block's a no-go, F Block, we're so cold

[Chorus]

Spinners, dotties, Glock 9s, hella sweets

New clip for this Glock long like a limousine

Went jail, I came home, catch me on the same shit

Summertime, I'll still make a block rain quick

Yo, I hit him with the dots, then hit a twenty-pound shot

Fifty-pound shot, fuck with my set and get got

They can't hide, even in jail, we're getting down opps

Me and M buying all the burners for the block

[Verse 2]

Every video I shot, had a dotty or a G9

I ain't just a rapper, better approach me and be wise

You can't drill rap, you ain't slapped it more than three times

Four times, five times, six, seven, eight

Got the drop where he works and he got shot on his break

Got the drop where he lives and he got shot by his gate

Tell the feds, "It's only music, my bars are all fake"

The opps are all washed, there's not one man I rate

Police hate me and so do the pagans

I'm beefing snitches, don't make me post up the statements

Post up on opp block, two dotties, two shavers

Guarantee we wake up the neighbours

[Chorus]

Spinners, dotties, Glock 9s, hella sweets

New clip for this Glock long like a limousine

Went jail, I came home, catch me on the same shit

Summertime, I'll still make a block rain quick

Yo, I hit him with the dots, then hit a twenty-pound shot

Fifty-pound shot, fuck with my set and get got

They can't hide, even in jail, we're getting down opps

Me and M buying all the burners for the block

[Outro]

They know what's fucking going on

True Story 2, the mixtape, on the way, let's go

Bah, bah, bah, bah