Fla flare

That **** get beat real bad

Yea my bro put a bag in the trash

Yea and I'm in the back of this shit with my **** we hop out sticks no mask

Yea, jack that boy right out his shit he goin' out sad and shit

Yea, I got this stick on me lil bitch I ain't no pacifist

Grrr yea

And I want a fuck **** come and spin this block

**** hop out let out shots

Yea, we don't fear no cops **** fuck your badge still spin that block

Yea, this lil hoe a thot won't do me good, I know she not

Bro put red beam to his forehead, Indian he dotted

My bro don't need me to spin I told that boy he got it

This .762 blow his head off shit go blow like rockets

Jeepers Creepers gouge out his sockets

I tote stick inside my pocket try to reach blow out your knowledge

Grr, shot that boy got took down yea

Fuck her Raw then leave her John Cena this shit here Smackdown yea

**** ion care what your ass claim **** talk on sin go bump down yea

**** a bitch ain't catch no stain we took his stick wassup now yea

On my momma I get psyche I'm out my body love

Yea, spin his block with this new Glock got cotton for my gloves

Yea, wipe him down with this new stick we cleaned that boy like dove

Yea, and I don't fear no fucking man I fear the man above

Capped out boy you know you dub

Uh, oh

(On my momma **** I psyche)

On my momma **** bitch I hop out this car with a pole **** fuck a knife

Huh, that **** be lying on net on my brother that **** ain't getting no stripes

I'm toting Gen five that's my type he come over here then we taking his life

We ain't dolphins **** we go bite you step in this water face a Great White

I got a light on the blick and it's bright

Sun roof with that fye that boy tryna snipe

Just faced the wood, I'm feeling alright

We took that boy down ain't reading no rights

I just smoked one with my twin and that boy tryna strike for bikes

He can't come over, he come over here he better get right with Christ

Yea huh, fuck yo life go end in a flash

I'm in this bitch with my bro, my **** hop out with a stick, got my foot on the gas

I cannot love on a hoe I know that bitch on go like where is your dad?

Pay up that money you owe, and if you don't like the Cartel bitch we on yo ass, huh yea

(Sin sin sin)

That **** get beat real bad

Yea my bro put a bag in the trash

Yea and I'm in the back of this shit with my **** we hop out sticks no mask

Yea, jack that boy right out his shit he goin' out sad and shit

Yea, I got this stick on me lil bitch I'm not no pacifist

Grrr yea

And I want a fuck **** come and spin this block

(Spin this block)

(I want a fuck **** come spin this block)

(Gon' let off shots)

(Yea)

(Sin)