[Intro]
3.5 in this wood, n***a
30 deep on your block, man what's good with ya?
If he want the smoke with my gang, roll him like a swisher
We pop at that boy ain't no missing
Buss at that pussy boy, he got to glitching
Chop a head off, n***a run like chickens
I miss king 30, really miss his crippin'
Free Lil' B, I hate that you gotta miss christ-

[Verse]
(It's - It's- It's DJ Grenade)
I apply pressure with that blick, huh
I apply pressure with that stick, huh
Poppin at laws, you can get some
Uh, huh, I'm on the beat with lil' tired, I'm tired of all of that pussy shit that they be talkin'
I apply pressure with that blick, huh
I apply pressure with that stick, huh
N***a keep talkin' that pussy ass shit that he talkin', we pull up we takin' his wallet
All of my pistols got the grip, huh
Bandgang shit go for nothing, bruh
I could fuck the broke bitch' that not my type
I be fuckin' rich bitches that my life
No social media pull Glocks out on skypе
That bitch' gon' eat it up, the drip she gon' bitе
I wanna spoil her
I know she not mine
I be with n***as that lost some more n***as and won't get em back
I fuck the bitch' that snitched on my partner I don't want her back
When I was fifteen, I walked 'round my hood wit' no gat
Y'all n***as be snitching and bitching, you know we can't get into that
Bih' got my Kel-tec took, that's the only thing I said really got my back
I be wit' real damn crooks, so them junkies be on crack
[Verse 2]
3.5 in this wood n***a
30 deep on your block, now what's good with ya?
If he want the smoke then my gang up roll him like a swisher
We pop at that boy ain't no missing
Buss at that pussy boy, he got to glitching
Chop a head off, n***a run like chickens
I miss King 30, really miss his crippin'
Free Lil' B, I hate that you gotta miss christmas
Dumbass bitch tryna distance us
Fan ass n***a wanna hang with us
Know you heard about babylife we tough
Police scared of us, they talm' 'bout we dangerous
I shoot the Draco, ain't no gunpowder, you know this shit angel dust
Flip a fuck n***a talm' crazy, n***a that's on us
I told my gang we gotta watch who we hang around
Convicted felon down the road for a pound
Fake street gangster, n***a, ya'll some clowns
Kick ya' trap down with the bloodhounds
That bitch snaked me but I kinda miss her
Pay her money to dance, n***a, imma be a tipper
Slap that bitch If she get outta line, n***a, Imma pimper
Yeah' I hang with lesbians while they do scissors
Pull out that Glock, bussin at his chicken gizzard
Lil ass fye', shawty' tote them caterpillars
Fuck my judge, kill that hoe just like Brian Nichols
We can't make no deal, I don't even like pickles
I jus' popped a pill everything make me giggle
I'm the real Oso, I can't be belittled
I'm still kinda tired, but I gotta get back to what I'm doin'
I apply pressure with that drill, uh
I apply pressure wit' your bitch, uh
This not an entanglement, I know when I fucked you bitch she was choosin' (hmm)
Yeah stomp an opp out in these Rick's, huh
We ain't stuntin' nothing, you a big punk
Cal pulled a drac' out the damn trunk
Velly caught a case that fucked up
Don't talk to police, but that weren't us
Play with the mob' running outta luck
Backwood russian cream and this bitch stuffed
I had another dream I was in the bluff
That bitch for the team, yeah she gon' get fucked
I pull out that beam yo' ass better duck
Ya'll n***as so pussy, we do not rock Stussy
I pull out the Glock and we buss 'em, he gushin'
I'm uppin my fye' wit' precision don't shoot like no rookie
He try to buck me, we gon' break like a cookie
Man this ain't no semi-auto issa' fully
Real ass dog with a muzzle no bully
And I wanna grow up like I'm Boomer or Skully
And my finger be itchin', pussy boy don't touch me
[Outro]
Don't touch me, Don't touch me
She don't love me
Fell in love with that Glock-30
Man why the fuck you wanna hurt me?
Why the fuck you wanna hurt me?
I ain't did nothing worthy
Ain't the type to do 'em worse