Chase / Grape (prod. victim & phoenix) [prod. oxymron] Poofxo

[Verse 1: Chase]

We ain't shooting no bb's
Better pull out that Glock when you mother fu***** see me
Channel 4 in my chop, put that bi*** on TV
Call up gang and we spin on yo block like a CD
(had to cut her off cause that little bi*** was too needy)
He say that he at the corner, he not
That ni*** stupid we call him a bot
We finna swerve on his sh**, and then wet up his trap, and then after we done he gone need him a mop
I got a ARP hollow tips all in my Glock
Hit that bi*** in his heart and you know it's gone stop
He alive we spin again like a mother fu***** clock
38 in the mag and we aiming for tops
Ni*** get put in the vid we ain't doing tok-tok's
Remеmber back in the days I was selling rеrock

*Reverse of Verse 1*

[Verse 2: Grape]

I walked in with a grape
My pockets big ni*** call me Nate
He want the smoke, ok
Chop got a scope (no-way)
I'm finna blow Ukraine
I break her back ni*** like I'm Bain
2-3 shots make a ni*** sang
I'm off the drugs ni*** I'm insane
Pop me a perc I can feel the pain
He got 2 eyes, I shoot in between
I got a stick, walk with a Cain
He still want the smoke (aim for his brain)
Slide on his block (NOPE) (glrrd, dang)