You want smoke with who? A hundred blunts of you
Shooter by my side One tap he blow you like a flute
(Oh I'm feeling it)
But I don't f*ck with niggas, bro I'm killing shit
End of discussion nigga
Yo what's up with Niggas? Niggas grimey moving slimey
I can't trust these niggas
Perfect timing in my wrist don't try to touch it nigga
Blick came with a drum and I'm gone buss it Nigga
End of discussion Nigga
Huh,Yea
Keep it tucked (Bitch I got it on me )
Yea don't try yo luck (They playing with they life)
Huh ? If it's beef it's up (Yea yea)
Let's speed this up
Beat his block
I Heard he informant I hear he the cops
Sending shots shots take off his top
They ain't missed the dot if they did
Bitch we spin again make sure that hedropped
If he ain't dead then We cut off his head
Satan save a spot
Wet the Block up
I know where he stay and wanna see Him drop
Tell the doctor ain't no saving face
I know his heart gone stop
I know who a rat busy counting these racks
Got enough to get you whacked
All these niggas whack all they do is chat
All they do is cap in they raps that's facts I know it
I'm the type of Nigga go take out some racks to blow it
You the type of nigga to get a strap to show it
I'm the type of nigga pull up on his block destroy it
Yea you know it imma blow it
Don't post no pictures of no blicks these ain't no toys
Uh beat a nigga block I'm with the noise
Yea caught 'em with his bitch I'm with my boys
And you know it
Take the top of a niggas for throwing shots
I could perfectly fit 'em inside a box
I ain't cuffing these bitches I'm not a cop
Man f*ck what these niggas talking about