[Intro]
Tuh

[Verse]
I can't listen to nothin' that a rap n***a talkin' 'bout
I spin that block, yeah, from sunrise to sundown
'.56 hit that boy, made that boy run out
If I'm finna fuck on this bitch, I'm like, "No doubt"
Money in my pocket, yeah, watch a n***a ball out
Made them killers pussy, man, you know that was a callout
Glock hangin' out a n***a hip, but won't fall out
Talkin' 'bout a kickdoor
I don't wanna pull up on a n***a, kick his door down
Thought it was a robber, not a shooter, now you know now
Stick it get to bussin' in the hood, that shit was so loud
Actin' you was a gangster, but I bet I bring the ho out
Black truck, curbside, four poles out
Bullets start flyin' and they all dove out
12 pullin' through, I'm like, "What the fuck now?," tuh
He not no gangster, n***as been cappin' their whole damn life
I ain't gon' lie, I sold my Glock for a pipe
I ain't gon' lie, I hit my bitch with the swipe
Black in my left hand, Glock in my right
That's yo' bitch, I'm not finna text her, she slight
Vamp shit, I'ma die 'bout this shit, that's for life
Knocked him off, a whole film, end up on Vice
Yeah, you know I'm gettin' two Glocks, you know I go rambo
Spin back two times, got to grab ammo
Reachin' for shit, you must not like your hand, bro
This sound'll terrify, change that boy skin tone
This bitch, she pretty as fuck, she a bimbo
Think this a game, how we have you playin' limbo
I have a n***a had duck like the Matrix, stray bullet might fuck around, hit the kinfolk
Frrat, yeah
Wrap that boy up like some tinfoil
Oh, he professional? Think he gon' miss bro
Can you get a kiss, bitch? Nah, I'm like, "Hell no"
That bitch know she put the pussy on the Gen4
Lied on my brother and you snitch, know you dead wrong
That's when I catch you, on God, you'd be dead gone
Not in the streets, I'll send your ass back home
Tuh, rat n***a, yeah, I can't shoot back, had yo' scrap, though
I got them bullets, made them finally run track, though
Pull out and bust on her face, that's a fact, though
Chain gang, walk around that bitch with some [?]
That bitch ain't really talkin' 'bout nothin', it's on soul
Drop boolin', come through that bitch, droppin' on my lo'
Tryna hang with the Vamp 'cause their motion got slow