[Intro]
You stupid-ass boy
I’ll smoke yo’ dumb-ass
Fuck
[Verse]
Take that boy down 'cause he having exotic
Lil' buddy gon' do it tryna show me he 'bout it
Popped for a scam, it can't fit my wallet
In the dead end I get high on exotic
Take that boy down 'cause he flexin' his pockets
Tryna' snake me out- I'm on game, I be watching
We taking you down if you wearing Versace
Two Gen5’s, keep a store with some rockets
Get in the window, fuck talking about it
Ammo in the dark, can't walk in without it
Watch out for the Joker mask
Take off my face, then I take off your class
Come to the dеad end, get high with lil' fast
Spin up yo' whip, we gon' makе that boy crash
Watch out with lil' twin 'nem wit' me
We runnin' shit, nigga can't come to sin city
Can't talk about licks, we just slimy as ever
I really drip, I just put shit together
Shit get wicked in the trenches, I'm clever
30 seconds, snatch his jugg, I be out it
Fuck is a vest? We ain't aiming at bodies
Fucked up when you let lil' fast and 'nem drive you
My mind somewhere else, I'm still tryna' fuckin' find it
Give a fuck about ho's, I knew you was grimy
You switched up on me at the perfect timing
We got the drop, now we lurking around it
Get in yo' shit, now we searching around it
Take a nigga shit then I purchase designer
Took that boy fine shi', he can't even find her
Alternative school, had a knife in the binder
Need recruitment, I really be wildin'
Mini-Draco like a toy, it make me look childish
I had to fill up the mags
Shit in my blick gon' be peeling yo' swag
Drac' in my pants, what the fuck is a bag?
I'm in the dead end right now wit' a mask
You just smoke yo' head off, you ready to crash
Boy you needa' get in yo' bag
Yeen' put me on no licks, ain't show me no blicks, nigga can't run with lil' fast
Do a lick in silent, I ain't trippin', I ain't moving sloppy
You stupid-ass boy
I’ll smoke yo’ dumb-ass
Fuck
[Verse]
Take that boy down 'cause he having exotic
Lil' buddy gon' do it tryna show me he 'bout it
Popped for a scam, it can't fit my wallet
In the dead end I get high on exotic
Take that boy down 'cause he flexin' his pockets
Tryna' snake me out- I'm on game, I be watching
We taking you down if you wearing Versace
Two Gen5’s, keep a store with some rockets
Get in the window, fuck talking about it
Ammo in the dark, can't walk in without it
Watch out for the Joker mask
Take off my face, then I take off your class
Come to the dеad end, get high with lil' fast
Spin up yo' whip, we gon' makе that boy crash
Watch out with lil' twin 'nem wit' me
We runnin' shit, nigga can't come to sin city
Can't talk about licks, we just slimy as ever
I really drip, I just put shit together
Shit get wicked in the trenches, I'm clever
30 seconds, snatch his jugg, I be out it
Fuck is a vest? We ain't aiming at bodies
Fucked up when you let lil' fast and 'nem drive you
My mind somewhere else, I'm still tryna' fuckin' find it
Give a fuck about ho's, I knew you was grimy
You switched up on me at the perfect timing
We got the drop, now we lurking around it
Get in yo' shit, now we searching around it
Take a nigga shit then I purchase designer
Took that boy fine shi', he can't even find her
Alternative school, had a knife in the binder
Need recruitment, I really be wildin'
Mini-Draco like a toy, it make me look childish
I had to fill up the mags
Shit in my blick gon' be peeling yo' swag
Drac' in my pants, what the fuck is a bag?
I'm in the dead end right now wit' a mask
You just smoke yo' head off, you ready to crash
Boy you needa' get in yo' bag
Yeen' put me on no licks, ain't show me no blicks, nigga can't run with lil' fast
Do a lick in silent, I ain't trippin', I ain't moving sloppy
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