Lyrics
Say, you still ain't lit no blunt? (Fuck wrong with these ****)
Don't trip, I'm tryna smoke some shit (Bitch ass ****, man, talking that shit)
(**** know, Fuck with something)
Look, soon as I come through they gon call the police
I up this bitch and get to shooting all you bitches know me
I catch your son walking at night time leave him 6 feet (Yup)
Draco dump 100 shots, leave him dead in the streets
What the fuck they talking 'bout, they ain't tryna do nothing
Catch him we gon spark it out, got they whole crew ducking
Police coming chalk him out, since he wanna prove something
You hopped out and was walking down but I had you running
These **** can't do nothing with me, probably thought he had one (Stupid ass ****)
Should've seen that Glock getting busy, I was tryna tag son (Boom)
Quick draw with that 23, hit two that's a Andone (Come here bitch)
Til I catch him I ain't going to sleep, 50 in this handgun (Boom)
Now I'm out the window with this chopper
Bitch I'm tryna catch one (Where they at)
And fuck that **** and his potnas
They ain't never stretch nothing (Come catch a hat)
I promise they don't want no drama, they don't wanna wreck nothing
(Y'all know where we at)
And you could ask my fucking mama
She know I'll step on son then catch his brothers (****, that's a fact BOOM)
Stop all the capping they don't want no static
**** fuck rapping when I catch them **** I'ma let 'em have it
(Fuck this rap shit, y'all **** know)
**** keep lying bitch we know what happened
(Y'all know this bitch be blowing y'all ain't blowing nothing back)
I let this muzzle flash I'm giving headshots like I'm photographic
And this just a warning I ain't saying much
(Pussy ass **** man, make the fucking call)
I can get you touched right now and I promise I ain't paying much (Facts)
Internet gangstas they just play tough (Bitch ass ****)
When you see me **** shake sumn
Now your big brother gotta pick your face up (Your stupid ass, you dead)
Soon as I come through they gon call the police
I up this bitch and get to shooting all you bitches know me (Boom, Boom)
I catch your son walking at night time leave him 6 feet
Draco dump 100 shots, leave him dead in the streets
What the fuck they talking 'bout, they ain't tryna do nothing
Catch him we gon spark it out, got they whole crew ducking (Come here bitch)
Police coming chalk him out, since he wanna prove something
You hopped out and was walking down but I had you running (Come here)
Fuck you **** talkin' bout
Stupid ass ****, man, y'all aint send a fucking shot yet
(Track star ass ****)
Clown ass ****, man, stop fucking playing with me
(**** know, Smacks be blowing that shit)
You heard me, yeah
Catch me in traffic I ain't on none of that rap shit
Written by: Smacksg
