[Verse 1: BlocBoy JB] I'm back in my bag, they stealin' my swag But this the original flow (Flow) If I see a opp, then I'm peelin' his bow (Woah) Fuck a fourth of that lean, pour a pint on his toe (Word) Now, who want the smoke? Yeah (Word) I-I want the smoke Fuck all that talkin', lets meet at yo' door (The door) I'm pita roll mafia, Big BabyLoc (Yeah, yeah, yeah, crip) And I got tiny Locs (Crip) And I fuck with the folks and I fuck with the joes And I fuck with the Bloods (My blatts) My bitch keep a strap, I ain't fuckin with studs (Studs) Just fucked a bitch but I told her it's love (Huh, huh) I was so down, I looked up seent the sidewalk (Sidewalk) Me and my brothers, we played in the mud (That's on my mama) I'm feeling offset, I might just bust down a Carti' (Carti') So bitch, if it's up then it's stuck (Bust down, stuck) What you gon' do when you up in the combat Bullets start hitting the back of yo' truck (Truck) My throwaway was a XD compact 9 lemon squeeze was the one that I bust (Grrah) He want the beef, put him up in a lunch pack (Lunch pack) I ain't smokin' opps, they was killed out of love (Facts) I'm gettin' high lil' baby, that's a fun fact (Gas, gas) But marijuana is my only drug
[Verse 2: EST Gee] I'm off a ex lap, tryna give a dirt nap Came from a Perc', yeah, must been a dud (Yeah) I'm tryna bump on this beef, I like contact Niggas was scared to come out where we was Hollow tips hit him, explode on contact Rip him up, quickest way get him a buzz (Bow, bow, bow) He don't drop videos 'cause he too broke to go buy him some clothes That nigga a bum AR flip a car, rip through the motor (Grr, grr) It sound like explosives, a bunch of alarms I got a switch on a 9 with a drum It's so fast, you braggin', no way he can run (He runnin') I don't feel sympathy, turn to a memory Cuttin' my dog up for me and the bruhs I got some good smack, tie in my backpack Hit it with Superman, turn it to fudge
[Verse 3: BlocBoy JB] I'm feelin' sheisty, I just put his mans in the dirt So tell him to get it in blood (Grr, blood) I'm Uncle Elroy, these rappers Day-Day I swear these niggas my little bitty boys (Sons) When I got locked up, it was for robbery I went to back school and they gave me a board (A board) You got me fucked up, thinking 'bout robbin' me Up with the Drac', make him mission abort (Abort) I got into it when we played the basketball I was the first to take shit off the court (Word) I'm on the block, man, I feel like I'm Marc Gasol I was just plotting on robbin' the source (Source) I lay him down, make him count to a thousand He move, he gon' die before he make a choice (Yeah, yeah, yeah, a move) Look in his eyes, I can tell he a bitch, man I know he didn't hop off the porch, he was forcedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
