[Verse 1]

The yard man told us "Watch and learn, whip it

Properly"

No time for a stop and search, if i got it on me

My next bro got a zombie killer, tryna turn man zombie

Used to grab light from the Turks, even though i found them dodgy

Been trapped in the trap all week, i’m still with K and he know that he flipped loads

Been burning bridges, nothing like the one in San Francisco

Hate flashing lights probably why I never went school prom or disco

Bro will tap that twice, make sure you leave some brain on the window

Put a hand on one of my slimes, of course i'm a hundred lurking

I know I'm a rapper, but if i see them man it's a hundred curtains

I was in OT two times, nearly got caught by the one time serving

Thank God that I didn't, 'cah it would have been a cold cell in servery

This war can't get watered

Why the fuck are you talking peace for?

Just got a new woosh, what the fuck do we need the receipt for?

On my lap U got me a pump, but this one ain't spitting out diesel

This foreign ain't got a clutch, my left foot's finna get pins and needles

I don't chat no girl 'bout street shit, but I don't wanna talk about star signs

If she's real, she's real, she's not, it's cool lemme hit like twice then archive

I ain't got more friends than bisheads 'cah friends ain't there through the hard times

Like the time I went down to my last bill, had to hit country with Natnice

Miles away tryna make these packs fly, hoping that the bando pops

This phone won't give it a rest, now I'm in and out of the bando lots

The front doors on a hinge, I can't make sure that the bandos locked

Plus I'm on edge, pray the crib don't get boomed, I know that the bandos hot

[Verse 2]

My neighbors high off B

I don't even know why I sold him that

Rollin' time, man roll in black, still tryna turn them broke boys pack

Still tryna leave a paigon dead

Weren't even them that took my friend

Man better change his friendship group

Hang with themc then you're one of them

Let's not talk 'bout them, that's dead, and let's not talk about drip that's wet

My rambo got more drip than them, but then again it got its drip from them

Let's not talk 'bout them, that's dead, and let's not talk about drip that's wet

My rambo got more drip than them, but then again it got its drip from them

Joe tryna fling his flicky reckless, where your necklace is

Said she don't like hood niggas, but rates my timg 'cah I got elegance

I can name six opps that done got chinged and ain't done a thing like ever since

Feds think it was me on a bike with a thing, too bad they ain't got enough evidence

When it's riding time, I'm riding, 'cah I'm all like that

Told bro "Don't aim for his legs, he don't even kick ball like that"

I know a few plugs I wouldn't rap

Got a new ting, better not jam

Got new beef, better not lack

Shawty wan' fuck, better give hat

[Verse 3]

Just blue Jakes, made it back crib

What a close call, gotta give thanks

Remember them days, broke as shit

Can't afford guns, gotta use shanks

This SUV must be scary; didn't pop doors, that nigga ran

Still A-Team, everybody know that, but gang say "C go studio, trap"

I'm with savages in the studio, akh, can't run up on me while I'm making a track

Used to bop OT before the NSG track

A thousand pounds and I'm done with this pack

Ounce of dark

How much be the shoes on my feet

Got an ounce of dark in my bag

Got that ever got robbed for their tings, I'll be real, no point tryna holla me back

Boring friday night, doing hand-to-hands

Coulda gone tapel prison, local CIDs just want me in a Circo van on the way to prison, missin'