Texty
Ooh, Sam, killed it
Tubby world
Free shooterRu
Free Twan
Free C4
Long live Tubz, man
A lot of blockboy shit
Ay, everybody masked up, but ****, ain't nobody gunning
How you claimin' you gon' kill me when you see me get to runnin'
Death or jail up in the beef , and when you thuggin', that's what's comin'
I ain't shit up in these streets, but in this rap shit, kno im something
One of the hottest in the city
Give me time, this shit nothin'
I done lost it all and then got it back
That's how I'm bummin'
Now I'm thumbin' through cash
I'm on they ass
I call it stuntin'
And the lil' bitch bad
She shakin' ass
I'm tryna fuck it
She ain't even got a bag or got no swag
You tryna cuff it
Now I'm rollin' up opps and some gas, so I stuff it
You ain't even got ask
I got my mask
I'm tryna bust it
I was runnin' out of gas
I got on feet, tryna park it
**** tryna rap beef
But we gon' see who get the farthest
Baby, I'm a real ****
Just tryna finish what they started
Just tryna ball when I'm on **** like I'm Melo on the Charlotte
Shit talkin'
Get on opps
You better not take me as a artist, Yop
Pop a perc to clear my mind, cause I be fightin' demons
You ever lost your brother when I crashed
****, that's the reason and fuck summer
When I pop out, ****, every season, I like your bitch, so just keep it close
Cause I leave her screamin'
I pop out when the sun up
I pop out when the sun down
The first **** that run up, the first **** get gunned down
I'm icy
You might drown
I hit the six, won't make a sound
I hoopin', catch the opps, and bet I knock him out of bounds
YOP
They be playin' on my top, like I ain't sat on drops or sent on shots
**** in lo
I'ma bleed his block
The beef is hot, so if I see a opp, I'ma feed him chop
They say I'm hot
They talk about the boys, or about my Glock
I flood the city for the low
I'm fuckin' up the knots
And say I
The hardest in the city, well turn me up a notch
And free twan
For tryna send a **** up to his pops
A bad bitch
Who wanna see me win it's 3:04 clock
Written by: Trentez Jhamalcom Hutton
