[Verse 1: Heist187]
Pushin' on blocks and they don't stop
Fee in call say what the fuck to hood-pop
I think about if I walked up to the gas stop
Picked up a cig, yeah, That's from the transpot
C.Y called P, 'bout to kill some shit
Talked a few tracks, Homie head to the crib
[Sorry moms?], I be hella fit
[Shaggy?] what it do, tryna be relevant? Boy, for this kind of shit I'm heavy sent
For a second focus on a few of lands, backin' up some work, packed up on a few grams
Think about the future scan upon the parts to pick a plan, Borgeus
Now I'm the person tryna be a man, rollin' up a blunt I give you low for the gas
What you wanna work? Straight learn for the cash, leave him in the dirt, fuck his bitch then I passed
Losing on yo', yo' can't tell any grams

[Hook]
He stained a lil' boy for the pack, It ain't nothing
Time passy, come back like we're sat, now that's something
If he testin', I ain't stressing, Got the weapon, n***a, run it, yuh
Bitch, I run it, yuh
Bitch, I run it
Bitch, I run it

[Verse 2: ZOTiYAC]
If he caught slippin' he slumpin', my gun is too dirty, I shouldn't be dumpin'
I'm too with the shits, but that don't mean I'm dumpin'
I pass in the streets, but in class I be flunkin'
Fuck it, Don't get this shit misconstrued, that bitch is a tool, and yo' miss can get screwed
Beatin' yo' witness, If I miss then I'm screw, Only take hits with the spliff for the deuce
I'm the sickest, flick the cig, and I flew
Strip yo' miss, and say she missin' me too
I've been dippin' so she missin' me too
Walk through her wall, sick, to say that I'm through
Just a jit, I'm too legit what I do
Another slit, my fuckin' wrist gon' be blue
Jump a cliff and suck a dick, If you prove
Trippin' we gon' clip, don't give a fuck who
A victim isn't shit, Get stomped by my shoes
Rip him with the stick, It stuck em' like glue
Bitch I'm drippin', get the fuck out my face
187 If you touch my plate
1 on 7 all of you can get 8
'Fore I shoot em', make sure I say my brace
No nasty n***a, but I fancy, my ways
No belt, just to hoof to the hold it in place
'Cause I be walkin' like the pimp in the place
If yo' hoe smart, she would stay in her place
I broke it in shook, solo hands getting shaped, but the back of my hand wanna meet up his face, ha, ha
[Outro: Heist187]
On blocks and they don't stop
Fee in call say what the fuck to hood-pop
I think about if I walked up to the gas stop
Picked up a cig-cig, from the transpot
C.Y called P, 'bout to kill some shit
Talked a few tracks, Homie head to the crib
[Sorry moms?], I be hella fit
[Shaggy?] what it do, tryna be relevant? Boy, for this kind of shit I'm heavy sent
For a second focus on a few of lands, backin' up some work, packed up on a few grams
Think about the future scan upon the parts to pick a plan, Borgeus
Now I'm the person tryna be a man, rollin' up a blunt I give you low for the gas
What you wanna work? Straight learn for the cash, leave him in the dirt, fuck his bitch then I passed
Losing on yo' don't, can't tell any grams