[Intro]
Fuck, fuck, fuck
(This motherfucker Fuegitoooo, man)
(Ahh)

[Verse]
You know I had to tuck my Gen, it's on me
Went outside, looked for a opp, I'm lonely
Two gen, two strap in my hoodie
Hit a rep in the whip off that cookie
Big opp, we take him down, he think he bully
Drac' got on Nike Tech and it's wooden
This is not a KRISS Vec', this a Uzi
N***a fell for that trap, it's a boobie
I ain't wanna roll the strain, it's too gooey
Big truck, get out my lane or I'ma move you
You can see me clutchin' behind dark tint
Red seats, inside peppermint
Gucci sweater, get yo' sweater bucked too
Put yo' monеy down, I'm ready to gamble
Lil' twin went down, I lеft him in shambles
Deep in the streets, we might gotta scramble
Stick undefeated, I know how to handle
BP, I ain't gotta sit back
Nike Tech, went and got it, it's black
Way I whip, put my whip in a drag
Do a heist, gotta cover up the tag
Fish fry, opps get deep fried
Get drunk, then I drink a V8
Took down, you got took down on yo' b-day
Star 67, they called me on 3 way
Saks Fifth splurgin', I used to shop eBay
Used to be nervous, you got all yo' teammates
Take off shiesty and you see a lean face
You take off meds and we see a green face
Pushed up, I tried to home invade (This motherfucker Fuegitoooo, man)
I don't eat, then my lungs is dazed (Ahh)
I ain't ate, but I still got payed
I ain't smoke, I tell my partner they raged
Fake weed, you be havin' turp on yo' page
Smokin' the crowd, put you up on the stage
Soon I hear sound, I'm nerfin' his place
Caught out of bounds, he pick up his pace
I catch a flagrant, I'm stompin' his face
Hotbox, smoked out, it burnin' like mace
Red Dead Redemption, Glock on my waist
Uzi in my jacket, I bring it incase
Candy lady do voodoo in my hood
Leggin', geekin', put a eighth in the wood
That ain't no drank, you be cappin', it's some suds
We on the Battle Bus, we jump out above
Spit out the shake, I smoke all of my buds
Forgot to put my mask on, they know who it was
Mix the Quagen, Quagen in the lemonade
Stand down, I'm finna send out Renegade
Fresh drip, spend some racks on my jacket
Buyin' guns, I get wig wit’ my backend
Miller the 'woods, I chew out my mag
This bitch blowin', I blew out a blag
Fine shit goin', shoot my shot, it's glass
Lil' twin get sum’ to eat and sleep in a mask
Hand me some racks, I got deep in my bag
Fuck n***a spooked to tap in and bite swag