Ivan in the back with the backpack

Filled up with the dank pack

Never lookin' back, see the past a little fucked up

Hit up the producer now i'm planning for a future

No more flipping i ain't slipping, got it mapped out now

Ask again where i'm at now

Scum bag piece of shit, never bow down

Made my way around town with the hoop-d Contour

Hoped it wouldn't break down mid-drive down

Broward bound now

Out at night time, dark like we dead boys

Fuck your 22, bitch we playing with the big toys

308 12 gauge, 762

Too much smoke in the whip, got a blurred view

So i get a get a little nauseous

Bitch approach me with some caution

'cause niggas love to talk that shit

But you know that they keep watching

I ain't flossin', call my brother out in boston

Nikko love to get to tossin' little niggas

Wrap my finger 'round that trigger

Fuck psalms, throw my mask on, wanna see you run

'cause i'm done so i'll run up with a gun

Lock a punk, light the skunk, fuck that light a cig

Watch em dig my own grave, better pave it

Resurrect with respect from the depths out the dark

When i park up the car, gone a little too far

So i'll grip that kabar bitch try me

I'll catch em, then i'll kill em, their bodies finna spill em

These fuck boys acting rowdy, go get their vision cloudy

I'll catch em, then i'll kill em, the bodies finna spill em

These fuck boys acting rowdy, go get your vision cloudy

(catch em, kill em)

(catch em, kill em)

(catch em, kill em)