[Intro]
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
I got this za, I really need some drank though
Fuck, fuck
[Verse]
Fake ass weed, I'm tired of smoking
I know it was a sweet lick, I'm kinda bogus
Leave me in the dead end, I'm servin', okay
Think imma shoot in the air tonight, no way
Come to the drop, it was easy to locate
You damn near crashed out tryna prove that you won't play
You in the streets, boy, you better look both ways
Think your partner won't slime you out, boy, okay
Whole gang hit for hotbox, it's a road race
Told the play to meet me in the back of the old place
Everybody trick up in the hood, start a showcase
Too many blicks 'round me like a gun show
Stand down, back down, you don't want no gun smoke
If I keep smoking fake weed, I'm done for
You don't trust where you at, you can't let your guard go
Give no fuck where I'm at, I'm gon' let my gun blow
Fake ass weed, I ain't putting out my blunt though
I know the real trap spot, they don't sell nothin but Runtz though
Put a five in the slot machine, pull out a huncho
The whole hood contaminated with that fake za'
Fake ass weed, might as well buy a vape bar
Spam the V6, make it sound like a racecar
Park the hotbox in the hood, feel like a NASCAR
Damn, it feel like my eighth car
12 sit the fuck down, you bet not try to racecar
You in the trenches, better know who the snakes are
That ain't no Xanax, that plug got fake bars
12 can't catch the whip, now they gotta catch up
Hit the lights on the Brembo, can't catch up
12 ain't even know it was me, now I spectate
Hit me a lick, go home, take a rest day
Fake weed got me geeked up, what the text say?
I ain't gonna cap, I go to sleep 'til the next day
Nigga pick the[?] and nigga let's play
Same drip on, wear the clothes for four days
I dropped his picture, we look at yo' face
Get out the way movin' slow, I got road rage
Boy you a bitch, give a fuck about your old days
Like I done changed, I done remixed my old ways
This real drop, I'm on drank right now too
Finesse for the drugs, hit that boy with the one two
They buyin' it from him but I still might come through
Push up deep, boy I still might punch you
Open your front door, let everybody run through it
You got a new fire you ain't tried, how your gun new?
Nigga tryna fake slick hate, what I do to you?
Set up a link in a parking lot, what you wanna do?
Push up to the hood, start smoking a blunt or two
Did a drill off the top, I ain't even think it through
Nigga passed out, I ain't even get to drink my juice
Nigga not that, nigga not a loose screw
Opp side of my hood, dark, no torch
Real trench boy, eat the plate with no fork
When I get munyun, security escort
I'm going anywhere, nigga can't extort
In the hood blicked up, got all sorts
That ain't yo' fire, them not all yours
At the hood store early, when they open doors
Travel with the fire, I ain't havin' no storage
Oldhead drunk as fuck telling me a story
Jugg your munyun, nigga I'm for it
Fake ass weed, smoke this shit when I'm bored
You praise your big homie, you treat him like Lord
Gunsmith in my hood, sticks and swords
Link me right now, ain't tryna Discord
Link in the trench right now, blick hang out
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
I got this za, I really need some drank though
Fuck, fuck
[Verse]
Fake ass weed, I'm tired of smoking
I know it was a sweet lick, I'm kinda bogus
Leave me in the dead end, I'm servin', okay
Think imma shoot in the air tonight, no way
Come to the drop, it was easy to locate
You damn near crashed out tryna prove that you won't play
You in the streets, boy, you better look both ways
Think your partner won't slime you out, boy, okay
Whole gang hit for hotbox, it's a road race
Told the play to meet me in the back of the old place
Everybody trick up in the hood, start a showcase
Too many blicks 'round me like a gun show
Stand down, back down, you don't want no gun smoke
If I keep smoking fake weed, I'm done for
You don't trust where you at, you can't let your guard go
Give no fuck where I'm at, I'm gon' let my gun blow
Fake ass weed, I ain't putting out my blunt though
I know the real trap spot, they don't sell nothin but Runtz though
Put a five in the slot machine, pull out a huncho
The whole hood contaminated with that fake za'
Fake ass weed, might as well buy a vape bar
Spam the V6, make it sound like a racecar
Park the hotbox in the hood, feel like a NASCAR
Damn, it feel like my eighth car
12 sit the fuck down, you bet not try to racecar
You in the trenches, better know who the snakes are
That ain't no Xanax, that plug got fake bars
12 can't catch the whip, now they gotta catch up
Hit the lights on the Brembo, can't catch up
12 ain't even know it was me, now I spectate
Hit me a lick, go home, take a rest day
Fake weed got me geeked up, what the text say?
I ain't gonna cap, I go to sleep 'til the next day
Nigga pick the[?] and nigga let's play
Same drip on, wear the clothes for four days
I dropped his picture, we look at yo' face
Get out the way movin' slow, I got road rage
Boy you a bitch, give a fuck about your old days
Like I done changed, I done remixed my old ways
This real drop, I'm on drank right now too
Finesse for the drugs, hit that boy with the one two
They buyin' it from him but I still might come through
Push up deep, boy I still might punch you
Open your front door, let everybody run through it
You got a new fire you ain't tried, how your gun new?
Nigga tryna fake slick hate, what I do to you?
Set up a link in a parking lot, what you wanna do?
Push up to the hood, start smoking a blunt or two
Did a drill off the top, I ain't even think it through
Nigga passed out, I ain't even get to drink my juice
Nigga not that, nigga not a loose screw
Opp side of my hood, dark, no torch
Real trench boy, eat the plate with no fork
When I get munyun, security escort
I'm going anywhere, nigga can't extort
In the hood blicked up, got all sorts
That ain't yo' fire, them not all yours
At the hood store early, when they open doors
Travel with the fire, I ain't havin' no storage
Oldhead drunk as fuck telling me a story
Jugg your munyun, nigga I'm for it
Fake ass weed, smoke this shit when I'm bored
You praise your big homie, you treat him like Lord
Gunsmith in my hood, sticks and swords
Link me right now, ain't tryna Discord
Link in the trench right now, blick hang out
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