Aye

La Sock, 62?

Lets get it

Yea I got them bags like a shopper

Slide to yo block with the chopper

Looking for you and your father

Lil bro take the blood like a doctor

Float around with them sticks, like im Harry Potter

The Glock got some range but this AK shoot a lil further

My numbers be high like i’m Harvard

Bitch you should be honored to suck on my dick

Well fuck it, just leave cause you making shit awkward

I dont like to be bothered

Moving around in that beamer, you know a young n***** is armored

I move around with my Jimmy, like goddard

Im tryna eat when i count the blue, but i be smoking on greens

Ain't talking bout collard

Shoot the big Glock and he hollered

“Someone call the coppers”

Dont say shit and ill give you a dollar

Gun heat up his peach, Ain't talking bout cobbler

Make it rain, ill take you off the doppler

Gimme good brain, like she was a scholar

I’m with the shits, like a toddler

Got the streets on lock, like a locker

Walk up to the door and kick shit like its soccer

Want static? Im catching a body it won't be a shocker

That shit ain't gold, that shit copper

Want heat? I said betty like crocker

Hop out on your street and i spit with the llama

Ain't talking saliva

Bitch i been a rider

You came on the drill

But you ain't open fire

Out the window! I can't be a driver

Lay outside of your house like im tired

I can't find the op, he’s a hider

Fuck it… slide to the block with a sniper

Hang him up on the wall like a flyer

I can't trust a bitch, cause these hoes be liars

Pop out with carbons , ain't talking bout fiber

Ask my momma, Bitch i been a fighter

Been swinging that block, since i was a minor

I dont wanna fuck on ya bitch, cause la shawty a biter

Camp in the trees, like i am a hiker

Pull out the gun, then i rob him for all his designer

Do a hit in my louie, dont care bout attire

Pop out on the xan and i roll like a tire

I heard that boy snitching , he wearing a wire

Big pump lay him back like a fucking recliner