Yo, Skrt
Run up get done up this ain't no game (jheez)
Look, ouu, ouu, yeah

[Verse 1: Fire Octagon]
Poppin' a Perc, goin' to space
Poppin' a Perc, goin' to space
Bitch, give me some space
Bitch, I'ma nut on yo face

So much shots and clips You would think we need an Oscar
[?] [?] Doesn't fuck with people in foster

[Verse 2: Yung Webz]
My teacher's name is
Mr Mothafuckin' foster
Pull up in the box skrrt
You know my whip is faster

Smokin' on that dank like a rasta
Bitches think you're sus' like the imposta'
We stackin' cheese like lasagna
Yo bitch heard my name and you lost her
Add her to my roster
Too much sauce like pasta
Too much sauce oh no (oh no)
Where'd the bitches go (where?)
Oh shit, you came bitch

[Verse 3: Fire Octagon]
And we got the fire, like it's butane bitch
You a small fry (jeez)
And we sippin' Black Fly
And you think I'm a bad guy (What?)
It's cause I'm a bad guy
And I keep it mad fly
I got bread, like mad rye (Goddamn)

[Verse 4: Fire Octagon]
Yo, you rollin' the dice
(Fuck with us, losing your life)
We pull up, you die
(We pull up you die, yeah)

I am the shit like a diaper (skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt)
I took your bitch and I pipe (bang) her (bang)

We pull up you die
We shoot you with fire
I'm finna pull up, and
You gon' get shot (Bow bow bow bow)
[Verse 4: Fire Octagon]
Ridin' around with my Glock
Ridin' around with the mop
Feel like a janitor I got the mopstick
You gon' get popped quick
You call the cops quick
Thats just some nonsense
Do it like all day

Do it like all night
I just might pull up to the mothafuckin' block fight
You is a bitch
You ain't even know how to hold a fuckin' Glock right

Your bitch give dome
Your bitch give head
I'm in your home
I'm in your bed