[Intro]
(Skrilla made this? Skrilla made this?)
Yeah
Grrt (FastLife)
Put your helmets on, put your vests on
Put on everythin' you got, n***a (If LS [?])
Word to my mother, n***a (Grrt, baow)
Yeah, look

[Verse]
I do a show and cash out
N***a sayin' my name and get mad clout
I'm holdin' my temper and bad mouth
But if I take a Percy I lash out
I'm fuckin', I'm makin' her tap out
I need a bad bitch that I can slap out
All in the telly, I'm blowin' her back out
She be screamin' my name, yellin' mad loud
I be chillin', ain't tryna be cool
N***a, goin' against me a bad route
My anger keep makin' me spazz out
N***a, you don't got nothin' but mad mouth
Look, I bust a nut and I pass out
But if I'm still awake, I'ma dash out
Don't get caught in a picture in that house
(Cet caught in a picture in that–, uh, yeah)
We spent two blocks in one night
N***a still hidin', so I'm still tight
Wе don't catch a body, I ain't gettin' hyped
Smokin' on a–, huh, now you pay the pricе
Got a baby shooter, he don't think twice
He just wanna drill, he don't wanna fight
He only seventeen, he ain't seen life
Tried to go to school but it don't seem right
I told 'em, "Give him a breather", huh
He wanna line the opps with a feature
He wanna hide the knocks in his sneaker
He wanna ride around blowin' reefer, huh
Lil' shorty a ting, he a son of a black beaver
Catch a body, he want it, he that evil
Take your life, he ain't givin' it back neither
I never let 'em humble the gang
I love the opps, they give me somethin' to bang
Let a fuck n***a come for this chain
'Cause n***as is fienin' for somethin' to flame
And my shooters got unlimited aim
Big body, couldn't fit in the frame
Should've never let us get in the game
Different toilets, we ain't shittin' the same
[Outro]
Grrt bow, huh
(Different toilets, we ain't shittin' the same)
(Different toilets, we ain't shittin' the same)
Yeah, it's Fivi'
Grrt baow
Uh
Yeah
Ha-ha-ha