Jumpscare

Take off your top, boy

Somebody bring me my gun

Black bag in the back of a Jeep

You just a bitch on the run

Take off your top, boy

Keep the Glock cocked, boy

I keep the rock stopped, boy

Run up around get you done

Come in the spot and I start up a fight

I'm gonna show you to fuck up the night

Rifles and bitches and bombs at my show

The only white in my whole house is my blow

Throw your hands up at my show when I chant

Two different Magnums tucked into my pants

Run up on me and I'll throw up some hands

I'm dealing with bricks, I don't fuck with no grams

Came from the sand and the dust and the heat

Move like a goonda to get in my fleet

Move like a tiger to get in my sheets

Show some respect when I speak, bitch

I fuck with Madras I do dare, he said

I told him my notice be coming in red

He told me these dealers be turning up dead

I told him to shut up and give me some head (yeah)

Somebody bring me my shit

Somebody bring me my shit

I'm gonna play on that dick

I move like a Naxalite, I said

You gotta pass the light, I said

I make him my acolyte in bed

Somebody cut up a line (what)

Somebody please take a hit

You know I'll hit up that line

I'm gonna call out a hit (a hit)

I'm gonna call out a hit (a hit)

I'm going outta my mind (my mind)

I'm going outta my mind (my mind)

I'm going outta my mind (yeah)

I'm going outta my mind

I'm going outta my mind