[Verse]
That Glock hit my palm like it's readin' my future
[?] up with strong arms on me like Luchador
Boy that thing kickin' him, shows as a Koopa, I'm bringin' that fire
Just off the flower I'm gettin' up, standin' my ground like a sentinel
Workin' for the clique so hard, should be criminal, fuckboys tryna do the minimal
Shootin' two course, two Glocks slip pitch and tones
Sound like Maracas when it ricochet in the scope
Grabbin' my hand tryna move past, pass it to the homie, that's a Pick and Roll
Bitch, I got nothin' to say at the moment
Tryna make me well but then say it ain't so then
You tossin' ones and a chain that ain't golden
Quit the facade, I'm ashamed as a poet
My peers might believe thе all lies, little insight
You only rich in your rhymes
Might keep a glick insidе but that's cause you pussy, he the one pickin' my fight
Rob you for nothin', that K getting silenced, put knots in your stomach
That knowledge assumption, get knocked on your bum, I am not who to fuck with If you wanted peace like
But I am who the fuck with if you want a piece
Tool to the back of his head like some bunny ear, your shit gettin' funny, hear spark of a green