[Intro]

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out

[Verse]

These niggas ain't playin' with these guns

These niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

I come on they block, spin a ton

These fuck boys, know they gon' run

I'm havin' that drink in my cup

I catch me a opp on the drugs, it's plugged

I'm rollin' me a blunt right now, what the fuck? Uh, uh

You call timeout when the smoke get real

We call a airstrike, my partner on a kill streak

Every time I come, I been had to walk away

She say I be fuckin' with her energy

I just re-up real quick, anniversary

I'm havin' a dirty cup, I'm havin' a dirty drink

I'm peepin' my old ho 'cause the bitch thirty-three

Pull out your soul when the man got blick with him

Twin got hundred-round drum in thе party

I advise you to stick with him

Get the pack off likе pronto

Shoot me a music video and an interview

Any pack so easy to get off

'Fore you do anything, check in with the big dog

Posin' like hoes, these niggas havin' drip offs

Put on my drip, ain't even rip the tag on

12 hit the lights, sometimes I might smash off

How you scared of heights, but you takin' pills?

I'm in apartment with a blick for real

Nigga drop a diss, he get popped 'fore his dream fulfilled

Drop the mag quick, switch it out in the drill

Switchin' out my black pants, got a full pair

Made the ho Batman, pull on her hair

Nigga drop a track, gettin' spinned, that's your wishes

My hood like a gun range, we really shoot blicky

This ho just tried me, this bitch tried to charge me

This ho just tried me, this bitch tried to charge me

Roll me, I'll aim .40 up to his face

I got hoes from New York to LA

Niggas get stepped on, man, get out the way

Big ARP, it'll blow out your face

I don't even know how many drugs I'm on a day

If I don't sleep in a box, shit my get spent

I don't even know if you can mix the drink with the pill

Tip-toe up through your grass in silence

Nigga lift up your garage, we rob it

Fuck boy ain't gettin' high than me, he the co-pilot

A new ho move to the hood, her spot, we gon' trap out it

Nigga, better not come to my block, we run laps 'round you

12 don't even come through this block, we ran laps 'round 'em

Nigga hit me up, talkin' 'bout his phone tapped

Why the fuck would you even text me that?

[Outro]

Fuck, fuck, fuck

Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out