Back block gully play the night with the metal

Was making trips for the breesh on a bike with the pedal

Gotta get it out the mud ‘till the dirt start to settle

We boiling hot, overflowing the kettle

My homie breaking pots

Just to get him a bezel

Frozen water on the wrist, the satisfaction way sweeter than jello

Or mellow yellow how we breaking up cans

Let the leaves fall

Then we rake in the bands

All off of the shake and the grams

You tryna shake up the gram

I’m tryna graze me some land

OT I’m really outta the state

I’m out in Florida shopping, I’m tryna buy an estate

Just spent your rent on a steak

Got wagyu and calamari on my plate

Yet I’m still dishing out heat

My little homie hold the strap he let it ring to the beat

The G L O C , K

Or the four-five caliber spray

This shit heavy better duck out the way

But I ain’t with the shooter talking

They start to use that against you

The courts gonn use your rhymes to try to justify your credentials

You start moving funny got me looking like “who sent you ?”

We do em like the mob, just make ‘em disappear no need for the stencils, nigga

(Disappear)