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