[Verse]
Slide on the opps block, shoot up the hot box
Bullets rip vests and connect like a hot spot
Why n***as act hard? know they some pop tarts
I got a black hart, still on the top charts
Reachin' my neck art, boy you ain't that smart
Free all my dogs 'fore we shoot up the PetSmart
I'm yellin' "Fuck 12", you know my head hard
14, playin' with the Glock in my Dad car
We used to crack cards, before we had cards
We used to jack cars, not to repair parts
The tool got a tool so I call up the spare part
You best play it cool, or get shot in your hair part
Deuce for the deuce, face shot in your head, gon rock
Headshot and them lil' ass dreads gon lock
You up better buss, I got that from my pops
You totin that Hi-Point, get you a Glock
Whole time I was in the back with a 9
He thought cause' I rap I be cappin' online
I ain't worried 'bout shit, cause Lil Kobe gon' slide
Tweak with the clique, we gon' bake him like pie
Clutching that glick even when I'm inside
I switch up my fit like I switch up my ride
Why you keep flippin'? lil bro pick a side
If you weren't on that block you can't say that we guys
Hop on the drop and you know the gang finna slide
You talk to the cops, I can't serve you a dime
He fuck with my opps so you know he gon' die
Her lil baby got shots and you know she gon' cry
I was ridin' with my woadie with a baby Glock 9
And we up in that scope 'fore that fuck shit online
Fuck them emojis can't bust shit online
Shoulda been cop my Roley and touch it on time