I be right' in the hood just like a mechanic Glock with a .30, lil' baby, don't panic

Just wanna fuck, I ain't bein' romantic Told her to put a dope inside her panty

AR with a telescope, it do a damage sellin ' these grams don't care about a grammy still in da' apartments even though they banned me I'm in Miami walkin' with a fanny

Throw back a perc it taste just like some candy Put her to work, I got them bitches dancin

We havin' plenty sticks inside a mansion Been through a lot, but I'm still standin

Walk with a stick like a finna go campin' Up all night, know a young **** vampin

Play with that paper, I'll pop at your family Two bad bitches, that's a double whammy

Two bad bitches, Perky got me itchy Skooty gon' cook it like he in the kitchen

Run up on me, tell a **** good riddance Fuck with-da gang, we gon' leave em with stitches

And im off the top, ain't none of it written Pull up on your block and I get to hittin

Just send me the drop and I'ma go get em They be talkin' to cops, so I cannot feel it

Ha, and I heard these fucked **** writing these statements

Lil' bitch wanna fuck, then she gotta pay me I told her, pull up but she can't have my baby

7.62 send a **** to Grady Stuck in my ways, I'm thuggin' till I'm 80

Fuck with the vibe she tell me that I'm wavy Can't even lie, I wanna fuck your lady

Know you aint tough, ****, drop your nuts Arms real long, get a **** touched

Hoes tried to holler, told her ass to hush Pull out the racks and make the bitches blush

Rap ****, cappin I done heard enough Pour up in public, ain't givin' no fuck

I pour a deuce inside my sippy cup Lil' shawty loose, she tryna give it up

Yeah, and I heard these fuck **** writing these statements

Know that boy Skooty ain't makin' no statements Wonder how lil' **** gon' fake it

Come around me with that chain, I'ma take it Said she love me, I told her to save it for David

And no, I ain't green, I ain't goin' for nothin' Most of these rap **** really my son

Ain't shootin' no fade, I'ma shoot my gun Don't fight fair, what's a one-on-one

All black masked up like a nun Fuck **** run up on me, then he done

I be right in that hood just like a mechanic Glock with the thirty lil' bitch, don't panic

Just wanna fuck , I ain't bein' romantic Told her to put the dope inside her panties

AR with a telescope, you're doin' damage Sellin these grams don't care about a Grammy still in the' apartments, even though they ban me I'm in Miami walkin' with a fanny

I'm in Miami walkin' with a fanny