[Intro]
Yes, damn (Burn this bih) (Whoo wee)
Like fuck, come on, come on
Damn, damn, come on
Grabba, grabba
Grabba
Fight like that, nigga
Shut yo -
[Verse]
Cops on a nigga block in the daytime
Turn the lights off made this bih pitch black
Dripped out the whip good, it sound like successive
Fuck it, where the P whip? Make him sign with Progressive
I don't give a damn if a nigga drive a Tesla
Hit that bitch up, make it drive by itself
Pick a battle, but a nigga better be careful
Let me see you fight, they not finessin’
Then they block ran and they tryna play catch up
I'm not no trapper, I'm a regular pedestrian
Send me that pussy, that hoe keep on sextin’
Fake tough on the lit, now that boy scary
Put on a ski, masked up, Jim Carrey
Flashin' the racks, now he donate to charity
My lil' ho the other half but she the better me
I want them M right now, I ain't settling
Step out, I'm fresh in here sound like a peppermint
Havin' real drip man, this shit Balenci'
New A dope, boy I ain't wear no Dickies
Feds on my track, that shit get sticky
Roll to the bank, try to pull out blue Benjis
Call the gang a pack, run the back end quickly
Come grab you a QP .350
Real bloodhound, can’t pull a Q50
This one all black, I’m a Grinch, no Christmas
Used to let my cover up on Pinterest
Give a nigga gang, I ain't gotta do it, listen
Steady showing fake love, keep it at a distance
Walk around clutching my fye, it’s an instinct
Buddy think he big, now he know everything
He a fake street nigga rappin' 'bout cocaine
Why the hell you trappin' ’bout a half, grab a whole thing
I'm a real ghost, I ain't even know my own name
Million dollar in my pocket, I'm still gon' eat chicken wings
I'm at the trap right now, come visit me
Turn my tape in, they gon' wire me a ten piece
How to street shit man, a real nigga quote me
Geeked out, how you get to talkin' 'bout twelve
I ain't sign shit but the money, I'm deaf
Step over the bag, nigga better be careful
I got the fye tote all in my belt loop
Geeked up off drug, shit selling my mood
Bump 5 the pack drac', go and get loose
Like I'm playing a guitar way swingin' this bitch
Real hood baby, got my name on her bricks
Just tryna' rap, I ain't really tryna' politic
Planes that roll, nigga cover my wrists
Fine shit give me that look, now we cuddlin'
Get out on buddy, they sayin' don't shut the fit
Take 12 through the pack, drip over the other fix
One with the second, my brisset's ain't fumbling
Shoot at your partner too, nigga if he runnin' wit' you
J5 crib and I promise you they tryna get you
Step back shooter over the head, nigga Derek Fisher
Wipe that boy nose, give that fuck nigga tissue
Get back, I ain't got no time frame I'ma get you
Come on
Grabba
Wipe a fuck nigga nose, get him some tissue
Get back, I ain't got no time frame I'ma get you
Come on, grabba