[Chorus: NAV]
Ridin' 'round your block, we slidin' late night, yeah (Yeah)
See a five pack, we takin' at least four lives, yeah (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
Ain't talkin' about exhaust when I say we got four pipes, yeah (Brr)
My city feel like Chiraq, gotta keep my pole tight, yeah (Yeah)
Got perico the color middle of a Klondike (Perico)
And God knows I'm ridin' with my bro if he wrong or right (Yeah, yeah)
When I go back to the block I grew up on and roll dice
I don't create no hierarchy, pull up with no ice (Yeah)
[Verse 1: NAV]
I won't rob nobody, I believe in karma (No)
But it's off with his head if he try to harm us
I'm a handyman, nails inside my hammer (Yes, sir)
Kick like Jackie Chan, but it ain't on camera
Schools, they kicked us out 'stead of tryna understand us
I pulled up to class, no bookbag and no pencil
Made my bro a hundred K cash, everything I do is stand-up
If I ain't do it, then nobody would, I had to man up (Man up)
My brother hit a lick for thirty bricks, coke price went up
Gotta keep a wham-bam, righthand man tried to set him up
And the way that Flex used to cook the work, swear he had the magic touch
It blew my mind when it bounced back and half the shit was cut
Heart racin', hit a lick, hurry up, put it in the trunk (Shh)
Are you dumb? Roll the window down and throw out your guns
Go up north and burn the car 'til everything is gone
Streets be talking, they don't know who did it, but not for long (Let's go)
Ridin' 'round your block, we slidin' late night, yeah (Yeah)
See a five pack, we takin' at least four lives, yeah (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
Ain't talkin' about exhaust when I say we got four pipes, yeah (Brr)
My city feel like Chiraq, gotta keep my pole tight, yeah (Yeah)
Got perico the color middle of a Klondike (Perico)
And God knows I'm ridin' with my bro if he wrong or right (Yeah, yeah)
When I go back to the block I grew up on and roll dice
I don't create no hierarchy, pull up with no ice (Yeah)
[Verse 1: NAV]
I won't rob nobody, I believe in karma (No)
But it's off with his head if he try to harm us
I'm a handyman, nails inside my hammer (Yes, sir)
Kick like Jackie Chan, but it ain't on camera
Schools, they kicked us out 'stead of tryna understand us
I pulled up to class, no bookbag and no pencil
Made my bro a hundred K cash, everything I do is stand-up
If I ain't do it, then nobody would, I had to man up (Man up)
My brother hit a lick for thirty bricks, coke price went up
Gotta keep a wham-bam, righthand man tried to set him up
And the way that Flex used to cook the work, swear he had the magic touch
It blew my mind when it bounced back and half the shit was cut
Heart racin', hit a lick, hurry up, put it in the trunk (Shh)
Are you dumb? Roll the window down and throw out your guns
Go up north and burn the car 'til everything is gone
Streets be talking, they don't know who did it, but not for long (Let's go)
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