[Verse: Velly Vellz]
Fuck all the opps, bullets they hot
Hella red dots, give 'em the pox
Im off the wock, I'm on my top
I do not box, I put shit in a box
He with that what? He better stop
Know if I up, bitch I'ma pop
And I'm fresh home, just came from the box
N***as get booked, change gangs up top
When I shoot, don't try up better not
Me and bro we straight aimin' for tops
I think I fell in love wit' my chop
She gon' bust if I tell her or not
Put this bitch to your neck, gon' leave more than a hickey
Said she really get icky like ficky
Lil' thot said she tryna get wit' me
If I link hеr, I'm bringin' the sitchy
Too tact', too sticky
Spin in the Benz, stolеn plates on the renty
Too tact', too sticky
Fuck all the opps, tell 'em come and get wit' me
If it's up, fuck your future, forget it
Better focus on not goin' missin'
Kap home, lil bro active and busy
We keep spinnin' until we get dizzy
It's Spazz lil' bitch, he think he really a knockoff
I'm on that chicken like hot sauce
What you think I be hittin' these blocks for?
Jumped out the whip, then we drop him
I think that he need a doctor
This Glock never failed to solve a problem
I can never go out like Wilda
Smokin' dead opps, spin thru' they block
Catch me a opp, watch how he drop
Smokin' dead opps, spin thru' they block
Catch me a opp, watch how he drop
Run down, you gon' D-I-E
Do a hit with this Drac', like I jumped on CLB
She said she wanna leave wit' me
If this bitch give the drop, she the first one I'm leavin'