[Intro]
(Striker Radio)
(SJ, Ha)
(You are now listening to twentythree)
Yeah, woah, uhh, woah, damn
Uhh, oh yeah
Coming through every hood
Damn (I’ma blow—)

[Chrous]
Ima blow up they street, man, im really a menace
Imma clear out the scene and I ain't leavin’ no witness
Anybody could get it nobody exempt
Lil Gill got hoes, bro really a pimp
Tryna line shit up give ‘em more than a temp
Man, highschool was sweet everybody got skimped
[?] but the n***a birdie
When the pack touch down, bitch, you start getting sturdy
Man I stay with my gun man I never could 'lax
Spot a opp from a far, who that in the back?
He an internet n***a he ain't gimme no pass
No trick or treat shit, im a bear with no mask
Man, speak on the guys I'm sending the mess
When im out with my mother im toting my pistol
They think one time best believe im a gangsta
Bro [?] but he bought itfrom christmas
I dont know what to say but fuck all the opps
Shoutout to my bro he just [?] Allah
Man the opps got smoked so that means he got packed
Man its time for a party
I [?] some trenches but [?]
Man RIP homie I'm torching they block
One time [?]
Im the man with the drac yall n can't shot