Point Me a Tone YCK

[Chorus]
Walk up in this bitch, I light a blunt and then I flick it quick
Roll a couple more, I lock the trunk and shut the doors
Fuckboys at my home, pointing me a fucking tone
Better back up off my shit, I'll grab your neck and make a slit
Walk up in this bitch, I light a blunt and then I flick it quick
Roll a couple more, I lock the trunk and shut the doors
Fuckboys at my home, pointing me a fucking tone
Better back up off my shit, I’ll grab your neck and make a slit

[Verse 1]
Risen out the crypt
Coming out the fucking tomb
Getting nervous while I spit
Bitch, you know how we do
Whipping out the back
Couple bricks I gotta stack
In the walls, in the floors
Underneath the fucking porch
Sell' em by the dozen
Heavy ready, see me stunting
They just start to leave by running
But they never see me coming
Creeping in the street
Coming from the underneath
Motherfuckers talk
Now your body's drawn in chalk, ho