Hey, up in focus, killers trailing on me, choppers in each carI know a killer who say ah, like all praise to AllahStarted off with Ben and Penny, it's not a check, I'ma get lostAnd I * the pretty bitches, drop and draw until it lostI'ma stop, I'll still be in that car with bro, and I'm tryna murderA lot of mouth, that's what he got until they link up, spot the churchI told you niggas, tricks for kids, now nigga, trick inside that hurtsLike, we hop out on bullshit, whoever laugh, they get it worseIn the paint like Shaq, you send a shot, I send it backI used to trap out with a mat, I want your head, I drop the bagWe don't never get no pad, like, draws them on your assAnd I like my hoe conceited, nigga, red just like my flagI ran up a hundred ball, nigga, and blew the bagMade it back in triple, nigga, now I'm stunnin' on they assMade a oath to my lil' bro, I see them niggas, I do them badSwing that door, I got that calico, a blind belt to addMan, I wish a nigga tough luck, tryna play me pussyOn the street, he the biggest gangster behind that wall, bro, took his cookiesHe ain't who he say he is, push up on boy, and now he shook itI just called up 4 Nick, I'm finna make this bitch a fullyUp in focus, killers trailing on me, choppers in each carI know a killer who say art like all praise to AllahStarted off with Ben and Penny, it's not a check, I'ma get lostAnd I * the pretty bitches, drop and draw until it lostI'ma stop, I'll still be in that car with bro, and I'm tryna murderA lot of mouth, that's what he got until they link up, spot the churchI told you niggas, tricks for kids, now nigga, trick inside that hurtsI told you niggas, tricks for kids, now nigga, trick inside that hurtsLike, we hop out on bullshit, whoever last, they get it worseWe stand on penis, couple of these niggas be dissed, but these niggas ain't stepped on *Pussy out, I wanna *** my block till his ass in the box, his ass can't movePut a switch on the glove, and that bitch at his top, I'ma squeeze that bitch till that bitch start clickingFully on the switch, man, that bitch be glitching, niggas be dissed till they ass go missingI done hit plenty, spend that bitch till I'm dizzy, trick, gotta burn it off woodCouple niggas dead, got hit with that leg, I hit niggas head, now his ass don't snoozeSwing my door, I'ma bang my pole, got an all black mask, and I'm killing like FreddyTold you niggas that the * get deadly, every time I spin, boy, the * get messyI told bro to crease slow, he on your side, don't miss himOut that window, throwing missiles, bullets hit him, now he deal with itClothes, kisses, game related, taco shot, his brain ain't makeGirl, walk him down and left him fake, I'm tired of all these niggas faking