2x (Uh)

(Yea)

(Aye maxo, what the fuck it do Holmes)

Shit can get cruddy

Shots out the whip it hit him and his buddy

Nîggas ain’t street smart they better study

Don’t step in the trenches this shit could get muddy

Shot from close range so my yeezys they bloody

Shots out the drake I put one in the head

These niggas 69 cuz they talkin to feds

Nah I ain’t loafing but I want the bread

My Glock got a mind of its own so I thought it was Ted

He up past his hours Glock put em to bed

My shooter he geeking he turnt off the meds

My shooters got aim we ain’t shooting no kids

If you see me pull up Nîgga you better get low

Empty the 9 then I blow out your window

Nobody safe I hit you and your kinfolk

Up on the Glock and I’m shooting like 10 fold

Spot me a opp he get popped like a pimple

Dissing me I get him gone shìt simple

5% tint while I’m racing the rental

Can’t even think got a shot to his mental

Ain’t no dog on a leash I ain’t up in no kennel

Dick in her mouth imma fuck up her dental

If I say go spin then my brodie gone spin you

Your bitch on my dick & she liking my denim

‘I nut in that bitch but no I’m not the father’

Caught em down bad got a clip like a barber

Don’t run up on me we robbing the robbers

We at the go-go we chopping with choppers

Bitch try get me late then we robbing her father

Making shit public we ain’t in no charter

Niggas be hating it make me go harder

My bitch threw a play so you know imma start her

I’m tryna make a deposit

Nîggas is faggets just come out the closet

I’m with the gang and we really be mobbing

You can come eat or just sit and be starving

I’m throwing dimes bitch you know I’m not lobbing

Threw my nigga a P said he gotta stop robbing

Young nigga but imma big boss

Slide on a nigga ain’t talking bout baseball

Clutch with the 5th and make that Nîgga cris cross

Glock took a bite and took that nigga hop off

Don’t need a Glock just to go get my shit off

Shot out the 3 I ain’t talking bout Chris Paul

I got this shit off the rip (OTR)

Imma swerve in that Audi like Tokyo drift

He Can’t even talk why he missing a lip

I’m Stepping in fashion they loving my drip

I like to rap as a hobby

I’m at the top floor not in the lobby

Got a boo named shay I ain’t talking bout Bobby

Hide and seek with the opps like I’m pimpin miyagi

I know they gone hate but I know they gone watch me

Watching my every move Nîggas they clock me

One of the best at this rap shit who gonna top me ?

Hit after hit tell me who gonna stop me ?

When this shit started it started off rocky

Better than Nîggas I’m not being cocky

Fake page watching these Nîggas be stalking

If you wanna hop onna song then come lock in

Think it’s sweet of you want just know I’m not rocking

If we at the function we sneaking the Glock in

(Bitch ass nigga)