Havoc

Yeah Yeah, look, ayy Fashion, she love my fashion, don't need a caption Got ratchets, they automatic, they causin' havoc I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage, I had to cash in You lackin', we pistol packin', we just might splat him She ride on my dick, no, I ain't talkin' 'bout Rodeo, yeah Plug hit my phone, I send that pack right through the mail, ayy Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die, so you gon' fail Got pulled over in a stolo, so you know I had to bail He got caught up with that yola, free lil' Steve-o out the cell Finna show the world the real me, get up out my shell Bitch, I'm rollin' off a fat flat, you couldn't even tell Hit that boy right with a blatt-blatt, send that boy to hell I'm in Cali, I just bought a Motorola for my yola Up in the telly, and this ho, she think she know us, she don't know us Check my balance, I could take a fuckin' Ford to Bora Bora I rock ALYX and that boy, he rock Supreme, I don't endorse it Know they taxin' for this new lil' Tom Ford, you can't afford it Automatic in the V, we push a button then we floor it I was smashin' on this slut, I told that ho, "You can't record it" I ain't cappin' on the plug, I made the trap jump like Jordan Fashion, she love my fashion, don't need a caption Got ratchets, they automatic, they causin' havoc I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage, I had to cash in You lackin', we pistol packin', we just might splat him She ride on my dick, no, I ain't talkin' 'bout Rodeo, yeah Plug hit my phone, I send that pack right through the mail, ayy Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die, so you gon' fail Got pulled over in a stolo, so you know I had to bail I'm in L.A, Coolin in a highrise and I'm gettin' slow like a snail Ready to cook a nigga like it's Five Guys, If that nigga callin' me Namil Chopper bullet, it's a Five-Nine, fight? Nah, I'ma bring 'em hell And every shirt that I got a medium, but I'm up on XXL I told em tell me somethin' that I don't know, Gettin' money, nigga, you could tell I'm in the trap coolin' with a .44, I get caught, I'ma go to jail Tell me you hate me, that's a low blow, But you really think that I'd care Thinkin' you faze me, nigga, oh no, I can't name a nigga I fear These niggas tweakin' together like BKTHERULA I feel like Yeat, mix the X with the boot up Wifin' that ho, you and her really boo'd up I tried to listen to you and I threw up No BO3, but I slide with the Kuda I walk in the party, saw you, I'm like, "Who them?" Im not fightin' no more, nigga, I'm finna shoot 'em Nigga talk on a stream, but I don't even view him Bad shit, she love my fashion, don't need a caption Got ratchets, they automatic, they causin' havoc I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage, I had to cash it You lackin', we pistol packin', we just might splat him She ride on my dick, no, I ain't talkin' 'bout Rodeo, yeah Plug hit my phone, I send that pack right through the mail, ayy Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die, so you gon' fail Got pulled over in the Stolo, so you know I had to bail He got caught up with that yola, free lil' Steve-o out the cell Finna show the world the real me, get up out my shell Bitch, I'm rollin' off a fat flat, you couldn't even tell Hit that boy right with a blatt-blatt, send that boy to hell