[Chorus: C-Ray]

You should come with me

We gon' tear the spot down

Keep it sucker free

This that beating down the block sound

And I think you better flee

You can catch a toe-tag

They always want the beef, but ain't ready for the blowback

[Verse 1: C-Ray]

We sicker than pissing in pots for real

Sicker than hip and hop on BIG and Pac and Proof shot and killed

Long as you see us rocking keep a sock in your novice grill

Too often they go soft and they fall off cause they lost the pill

Chalk off of that vodka still

Rocking the chronic and this sequel shit is not a drill

My ears are bionic, [type-O?] speakers trynna clock a mill

It's yack a pill, they be on the nigga jocking weed

And I'mma kill every box, I cut the coffin seal

When I sidewalk chalk-em this is murder

Fuck it like a nigga that deserves ya

Pluck 'em and diminish when I'm finished with it

Word up

Swerve, next city Henny on my third cup

Verb

Camera and lights with it, nice with the serve

Swapping no device, numbers right to the curb

After laying pipe for the night let's hit the herb

And vanish out of sight, take a right and we can merge

[Bridge: C-Ray]

We move in locomotion

Floating cloud-kick

Rounds keep coasting

Stroke is drastic

Backs get broken

Bro-stick magic

Smash, get ghost

And we

[Chorus: C-Ray]

We gon' tear the spot down

Keep it sucker free

This that beating down the block sound

And I think you better flee

You can catch a toe-tag

They always want the beef, but ain't ready for the blowback

[Verse 2: C-Ray]

Tcha

Atomic hit

When we here to crash a party, all equipped for the riff and raff

And tipping back Bacardi probably sip

Probably scoping for that hoe and tits and ass that hardly fit

In them denims

I pretend to give a damn then off I dip

Talk and tick, don't waste a second

Times is precious

Shots to get, shows to do

But you would linger like your boy forgot the tip

Sorry bitch, you're speaking Spanish if it ain't about the chips

Watch my mitts and then I vanish

Got no time to politic

Ounce of piff

We finna puff the magic dragon now and lift

Elevate

The featherweight

But we get stuck to couches if

There's a problem in this spot

We probably knock 'em out and spit on they bodies but perhaps I feed 'em to piraña quick

Out of it

That's what I get when I go try to pound a fifth

Vomit, sit, then get to lying to myself like I'mma quit

Hell naw

As long as that's up on the shelf, then I'mma fish

Worry not, it's just procedure homie

This is how we get

[Bridge: C-Ray]

We move in locomotion

Floating cloud-kick

Rounds keep coasting

Stroke is drastic

Backs get broken

Bro-stick magic

Smash, get ghost

And we

[Chorus: C-Ray]

We gon' tear the spot down

Keep it sucker free

This that beating down the block sound

And I think you better flee

You can catch a toe-tag

They always want the beef, but ain't ready for the blowback