On the Market

(Blow, Blow)

Told them boys that I'm coming, they thought I was playing

See everything like I'm watching a man, every time they see me my gun in my hand

Hit they block and we spin like a fan

Quit all that cappin' I know that he playing,

In the yard, on point, I'm standing

Burnt his lil ass he got hit with a tan

(Ain't nun gone get no bucket, slide out a Fin, Q50 the bend)

**** doing that talking, I ain't playin', I'm ruggish, I catch 'em I'm touching a man

Get his ass burnt like a lighter

Every time I catch 'em, on point I snipe 'em

**** I ain't doing no typing

Hit his ass, FaceTime, face shot I Skyped 'em

(Get his ass burnt like a pot

**** talking that shit but I know that he not, I got the Drac in the drop)

Got the switch in the back with the Drac at the top, out the sunroof that's my spot

My lil cousin he act like a wannabe opp, must be off dope or the rocks

Young **** must be off Fen

Talking tough to Lil Blow like that boy ain't my twin

(Know I'm a spinner, I spin

Told God that I'm sorry I'm sinning again)

I sent a shit thru the Fin,

God know that I lost so I'm just tryna win

They like "he did it again"

Know my blood nem cool, I be killing my friends (damn)

(We ain't locked in, I'm sorry)

Designer down in the foreign, I shoot out the Rari

I call LA he retarded

Told 'em don't switch the crowd you gone fuck up the party

He ain't gone listen, he hitting regardless

I told Blu Kash, you finish I'll start it

30 on me, we got Ks and Carbons

Opp pack hitting this shit on the market

(This shit on the market)

(You know opp pack hitting this shit on the market)

(Get his ass burnt like a lighter)

(I got the Drac and a rifle)