[Verse]
That Glock hit my palm like it's reading my future
[?] up with strong arms on me like Luchador
Boy that thing kickin' him, shows as a Koopa
I'm bringing that fire
Just off the flower I'm getting 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, thats 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 picking my fight
Rob you for nothing 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 would if you wanted peace
2 to the back of his head like some bunny your shit getting funny, hear spark of a green