Straps in the motherfuckin' shed

Red beam on your skull, that's a headshot

ARP with a flashlight and a red dot

Slidin' with a big G-lock, not a prop now

Taxin' for bags of weed and shit

Taxin' for lines, I'm on drank in this bitch

Cross the boy out, he shouldn't have went for that shit

Fuckboy don't know the rules inside the trench

Two clips hold sixty .223s

Mask up, pussy boy not my enemy

Drop the blunt, somebody fuckin' up my bitch

Double cup, this shit make my stomach twist

Run up in our section, the gang gon' pop out

Trespass on the lane, boy, and get popped out

Got the best aim, it look lasered up

Geeked up with the gang, young **** posted up

Straps out, rob for pounds

Text my Sendit if you want the 'za

Trackhawk bail off on these cops

Pussy **** tellin', pussy ****, why you talkin'?

**** get popped, then we take the mask off

Free my youngin, I got out that spot

Blicks and .223s, everybody got a Glock

Got my ARP from the back

In the front yard, finna get a trench attacked

Spin up your car if that bitch pitch black

Even lil' gang can fuck rat hoes

He ain't on shit, he just wavin' the pole

'Za havin' kick, blowin' smoke through my nose

We shootin' clips like LouieKnows

After the show, finna talk to these hoes

Trap havin' B's, a whole lot of 'bows

I'm sippin' green, I done caught a lil' cold

Fake-ass shooter, he end up foldin'

MP5, shoot the rapid blick

Trap havin' P's, we come through and blitz

Look at my 'fit, got me walkin' legit

Pussy be on that cap, fuck ****, just come outside

Four **** hop out clappin' blicks at the opps, shit like a round of applause

I'm the last one shootin' my blick, treat this shit like Dame Time

Free aimin' with the blick, ain't got no target, I'm just goin' wild

Layin' on that drop, we ain't goin' nowhere, this shit might take a while

Three-five for the fifty, back in school, catchin' plays in the stalls

You know them Top Villains sittin' up in that cut blacked out, ain't makin' sounds

Bullets flyin', bats flyin', **** duckin', he don't know who around

Only pop out himself, but when his crew get 'round, he go to warmin' up

I gotta put some gloves on the next time, that ARP got to warmin' up

Close my eyes, I'm seein' money signs, when I wake up, I'm startin' to chase 'em

I let 'em come around, I ain't trippin' 'bout it, I already know that these **** hatin'

Straps in the motherfuckin' shed

Red beam on your skull, that's a headshot

ARP with a flashlight and a red dot

Slidin' with a big G-lock, not a prop now

Taxin' for bags of weed and shit

Taxin' for lines, I'm on drank in this bitch

Cross the boy out, he shouldn't have went for that shit

Fuckboy don't know the rules inside the trench

Two clips hold sixty .223s

Mask up, pussy boy not my enemy

Drop the blunt, somebody fuckin' up my bitch

Double cup, this shit make my stomach twist

Run up in our section, the gang gon' pop out

Trespass on the lane, boy, and get popped out

Got the best aim, it look lasered up

Geeked up with the gang, young **** posted up

Straps out, rob for pounds

Text my Sendit if you want the 'za

Trackhawk bail off on these cops

Pussy **** tellin', pussy ****, why you talkin'?

**** get popped, then we take the mask off