Ah
I'm cats Now I smoke on these big blanks
Yeah And I smoke them ranks
And I like these stanks
I'm bawling out the *
I Slack the front
You know I'm like the front
I catch like you up on the好啦
Y'all niggas fuckin bald
I might hear a huntzzo
And I got no nachos
Eat nigga like tacos
Nigga don't know what no
Get you innin' Scree Now that 223
That's that MP
And that MC team,
that red beam They met your whole team,
boy you like some
steam Wipe em all they clean,
running from the cops Gotta keep my glock,
when I see them cops
You know I have my glock,
middle finger for 12
Always on my block,
middle finger to the R We gon pop that pop,
pop a body drop
Drop a cop a body,
deuces, deuces They be talking bout it,
but don't know who
be doing it These niggas be talking,
they let me squeeze
Let me squeeze, let me squeeze, let me squeeze Yeah, Glock 17,
30 mean
Yeah, ain't gon' bite that wood,
bitch flea Yeah, that's a walk up squeeze,
yeah Leave em in the squeeze,
yeah That's a cold clay,
yeah You that murder rate,
yeah Yeah, you know Charles did
All in the putt,
man Play with the putt,
man We know you getting shmooty
We don't talk that *,
nah We be bout that *,
bitch You gotta walk it,
you gotta talk it
Nigga be about it
All that talking, cannot be talking I'mma see about you,
you don't wanna make news now
That F.I.I.
crew put you in the dirt
You're ten down,
yeah you say you're ten toe
But you're staying down, okay
Nigga hundred shots, I'm nigga man down,
okay Now they call my phone,
tell my stand down,
uh-uh Now I need some money,
got my hand down
You got yourself in some *,
now you can't get out, okay
Money from the cops,
gotta keep my glock
When I see them cops,
you know I have my glock
Middle finger, four, twelve Always on my block
Middle finger to the arm We gon' pop that rock
Couple body dropper, couple body deuces
They be talkin' bout it But don't know who be doin' it
They niggas be talkin' They let me squeeze,
let me squeeze It's Dean, it's Dean Let me squeeze
They tryna be crack,
they tryna be crack
She wanna be cutty,
they bitches a baby
I'ma * their ass,
I'ma send them I feel the peck like King Cudi I smoke dope like King Cudi
We pull out the sheets,
we pull out the sheets We pull out the,
we pull out the sheets,
we pull out the vans,
we pull out the sheets We pull out the man,
I pull out them bleach
I pull out the fire,
I pull out the seats,
I'm smoking out the pan
The bitch has something to eat,
the bitch gonna ride the beat,
the bitch get on the pit
Running from the cops,
gotta keep my clock When I see them cops,
you know I have my gloves
You know I have my glove Middle finger,
four, twelve Always on my glove Middle finger to the arm
We gon' pop that bomb Pop a body,
drop a drop Cop a body, do some doses They be talkin' bout it
But don't know who be doin' it When niggas be talkin'
Then let me squeeze,
let me squeeze X-T,
X-T, let me squeeze