[Intro]
Fuck

[Verse]
N***a fucked up when he showed me the stash
I can't help it, I make shit hot
You the lookout, you never got the Glock
You the lookout, you never got the fye
I terrorize shit and I don't know why
Vacuum seal, gotta secure the package
N***as be hoes, I can tell how they actin'
You scared the threat gon' get you took out
You tired of bein' a bitch, bein' a lookout
Pop out like Jack in the Box
N***as said it's smoke so we whackin' new opps
Shit I got gon' whack a n***a skin, now he be movin' funny
Fuck, know wе gotta duck off the V
Park the box in the back
Fuck boy knеw they weren't on that
Now we havin' blast, n***a want smoke wit' fast
You won't chop a fuckin' opp, show me what you do
Lil' buddy be head first inside the field, he don't even tie his shoes
I don't give a fuck, I told my gang to beat you in yo' face
Yo' face a punching bag
Everybody gon' run home, everybody gon' be put up
One of y'all make me mad
Big ass gun hangin' out of my pants, I sag
Fuck n***a goin' out sad
How the fuck these n***as f-
Fuck, fuck, fuck
How the fuck these n***as in the field?
They ain't bump into them yet
Lil' buddy done been there, earned his stripes
I made him draw down on some vets
N***a had that blicky for a while but you ain't even shot it yet
What the fuck you doin'? I ain't even have my zaza
What the fuck I'm doin'?
Come to the dead end, you wanna get yo' pills off
Protectin' my cousin, wanna take my other cousin off
He ain't even know I had my fye, I up on one of y'all
Take a n***a za then I get it off
Too many drugs, I'm high as fuck now I be geeked up
Feel like I'm finna go lift off
You ain't never went and got change from the Arab
Counterfeit money, n***a gave them rip-offs
Lil' fast them can't do nun' but show you the real
Everyday blick in the field
Damn eye, lemme control it
When on that smoke I get on my burner, I'm trollin'
Think I ain't got it 'cause I'm on my side
N***a know I got my pow
Blick made loud sounds, I'm over exaggeratin' like wow
Lil' gang better not interrupt me and say
A n***a want smoke right now
N***a better not interrupt me in my song
Fuck, fuck
Make that boy disappear magic
Damn slow down lil' fasty, everything you make classic
I don't even give no fuck if it's fake
Long as it don't feel like plastic
N***a got checks, he link in the bank
We waitin' outside 'til he cash it
All of these other n***as look like hoes
Why you want beef wit' lil' fasty?
I'm tellin' you these n***as run with them folks
And wire tapped to him under his coat
Label better not try and offer me pieces and pieces
I want the whole lil' loaf
I got my fye tucked in the wind
Been outside, can't bring this in
I love what they did with the black on the brand new gens
That shit match my skin
[Outro]
Fuck, fuck