Ivan in the back with the backpack
Filled up with the dank pack
Never lookin' back, see the past a little fucked up
Hit up the producer now i'm planning for a future
No more flipping i ain't slipping, got it mapped out now
Ask again where i'm at now
Scum bag piece of shit, never bow down
Made my way around town with the hoop-d Contour
Hoped it wouldn't break down mid-drive down
Broward bound now
Out at night time, dark like we dead boys
Fuck your 22, bitch we playing with the big toys
308 12 gauge, 762
Too much smoke in the whip, got a blurred view
So i get a get a little nauseous
Bitch approach me with some caution
'cause n***as love to talk that shit
But you know that they keep watching
I ain't flossin', call my brother out in boston
Nikko love to get to tossin' little n***as
Wrap my finger 'round that trigger
Fuck psalms, throw my mask on, wanna see you run
'cause i'm done so i'll run up with a gun
Lock a punk, light the skunk, fuck that light a cig
Watch em dig my own grave, better pave it
Resurrect with respect from the depths out the dark
When i park up the car, gone a little too far
So i'll grip that kabar bitch try me

I'll catch em, then i'll kill em, their bodies finna spill em
These fuck boys acting rowdy, go get their vision cloudy
I'll catch em, then i'll kill em, the bodies finna spill em
These fuck boys acting rowdy, go get your vision cloudy

(catch em, kill em)
(catch em, kill em)
(catch em, kill em)