Treacherous

You wanna play rough? Okay (Guapp, nigga) Say hello to my little friend! Nigga got took down trying to be 'bout it Nigga, knew you wouldn't last in the trench Fuck I got hands for? Everything I take, Lil' Lazer ain't asking for shit Fucked up, upped the fire and you missed Fast stepper, scratch that boy off the list 57 Joker, I strike with my blick You better offer it to me I ain't asking for shit I'm a run and dumper, I can't fuck with no switch Get out the V, you get put in a ditch Fast Gang stepping, we finna' be rich Come out of nowhere and just make you a diss Come out of nowhere, I'm using my stick Scratch him off the list, forgot he exist You ain't do that, all your stories be twist Work on my targets in the field, I don't miss Long live June, I still reminisce CVS, pick you a pill in this bitch Hot box, we got wheels in this bitch If you ain't ready to catch you a kill, you a bitch Zaza blunts, havin' smoke session Threaten to take down the plug, now he blessing You spooked in the dead end, and you know this shit reckless You wearing your jewelry? You wearing your necklace? Celebrate when I hit licks, I'm flexing In and out on licks, 12 ain't even catchin' shit Who the fuck said we ain't wreckin' shit? Fuck, fuck (Guapp, nigga) Didn't leave with Lil' Lazer 'cause these niggas be scary 56 Joker leave shit Bloody Mary Hit me a lick, now I'm sliding through Perry Blick in my hand, better not try me, I dare you You got a fire, how these fuck niggas scare you? Can't even peep me 'cause the window was tinted Better not let me hold it, better not let me rent it Fast Gang having shots out We the ones that got the block hot Start the lick 'cause you be talking a lot If you get caught then we popping you out Jugg some shit, why you capping a lot? He ain't even mean to steal, he ready to sell it Smoke too much za, I be needing me a beverage Blick in my pants, it right by my belly Boy, you a bitch, you ready to go tell it Brand new 43x, can't sell it Better watch your back 'cause this shit get treacherous Tatted my body, my artists be sketching shit Fast Gang up on opps, it's a deficit FaceTime fine shit, I ain't with that texting shit Come to my hood, nigga, really get next to me Fill up my clips, let the mag get the best of me Send me the Cash App, I'll give you the recipe Take that boy down cause he always be flexing P's Fuck, fuck You got a burner, keep it in your face All these drugs, I can't speed up my pace First day in the hood, your blunt gettin' laced Gen5 black, it be matching my race Skinnies fitted, it look like I skate Baby Gen5, help me eat up the plate