Look, stolen cars and stolen rods

Hey don't come this way

hold your blick and hold your rod

  

Me and Drayy jumped out with K's

  

Lil b*tch screamin omg

  

My whole life was filled with rage

  

Mortal combat, b*tch I saw it.

  

You get kicked like Johnny Cage.

  

I'm gone blow my f*ckin rod

  

Flip the chapter, check the page

  

I was outside playin wit rods.

  

Not with toys, check my age.

  

Rasengan on your fucking squad.

  

Get your boy. Filled with sage,

stand over some with that rod

  

He a Kappa

  

He a fake.

  

She fucked the whole gang.

  

She gone pass nun but that coochie,

  

I got no brain.

  

I was outside thuggin with a boosie

cooking, y'all, man.

  

Bitch you inside, that bitch cooking noodles.

  

If that was yall mans

  

Would yall buss a brain and straight get to it?

  

Im jus sayin, patna.

  

Would you drop a shot if bro was duckin?

  

We popped ya mans prolly.

  

****, drop ya nuts.

  

My ****, fuck it

  

I'm dropping bands on em just to collect bags and pick a bucket. Aint Put my hands on him.

  

Bitch, I always stay round with a fully.

Where yo ahh gone go?

Aint nowhere to run

Shii we got plenty smoke

  

And we got chops and plenty guns.

  

Lil bro still on dope.

  

Li bro trip like barry bonds, and put shots to his throat.

  

But I can't do that to my son.

  

Where yo ahh gone go?

  

Aint nowhere to run

see we got plenty smoke

And we got chops and plenty guns.

  

Lil bro still on dope.

  

Li bro trip like barry bonds, and put shots to his throat.

  

  

But I can't do that to my son.

  

We got choppas that drop shells like ninja turtles.

  

Drop yo ski when we come through

  

Shit ain't no need for jumping hurdles

  

I beat that bitch like he a lame, im with my gang, no color purple, stay in your lane, im too deranged

  

Im out my brain, some like a surgeon.

Uh uh uh uhhh

Uh uh uh uhhh

That's the devil creeping

  

It's hot as hell, I run wit shells, li bitch, you not that evil.

  

You heard that smell im causin hell

Li bitch we popped ya people

  

  

Where yo ahh gone go?

  

Aint nowhere to run

see we got plenty smoke

And we got chops and plenty guns.

  

Lil bro still on dope.

  

Li bro trip like barry bonds, and put shots to his throat.

  

  

But I can't do that to my son.

  

Where yo ahh gone go?

  

Aint nowhere to run

see we got plenty smoke

And we got chops and plenty guns.

  

Lil bro still on dope.

  

Li bro trip like barry bonds, and put shots to his throat.

  

  

But I can't do that to my son.