Fuck, fuck, fuck

Ayy, watch out

I got lil' Gox— I got lil' Gox— I got lil' Goxan on this motherfucker

Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out

Ayy, watch out

You can't even see me, I got on that black shit

I just up fire, aim, I'm like a Maverick

**** tryna X out lil' gang, I ain't havin' it

Put your zip in a Ziploc, we packagin'

'Za got some push, this shit be extravagant

'Fore I left spot, got the blick off the mattress

Smoked the whole blunt, nah, I didn't even pass it

I ain't add no attachments, I left that bitch plastic

Do me a show, I ain't see nothin' but flashin'

Thought I was done with that 'za, but I'm back at it

Everybody step in my hood, we some jackrabbits

Come to the spot, this where everybody be at

We got the drop, where you fuck **** be at?

Took down in NYC, I'm havin' drugs

Try to cross me out on that play, that's a dub

**** bumped down to your spot, where you was?

Too many ammo, I can't even run out

Havin' control in that whip, I won't spun out

Gotta have blick in my hood, keep your gun out

12 bumped down, made everybody run out

Got nothin' to do, I got up, got my feet in

You ain't a leader, these fuck **** followin'

Shake shit first with the blick, I won't follow up

Black truck push, where we at? They gon' call it up

**** think everybody spooked 'cause he tall as fuck

Shit in my blick, hit your stummy, you ballin' up

Lil' twin turned to a baby, he crawlin' up

Went on that lick, I escape with your backend

Mini Uzi, MPA, this ain't no MAC-10

Skinny jeans, I don't need no play to put racks in

Fine shit link in LA, she got black friends

Travel back to the hood, I just did a show

Pull to the alleyway, I let the window low

Get in the mosh pit, they won't let me go

This ain't my jacket, these ain't even my clothes

Link with my fine shit, I park down the road

Put down that blick if you can't even control

**** tryna snake out the gang, switch the code

Clear out the spot, we can't bring no more zips in

12 back then cross the street tryna study us

Afraid I'ma make it out, feel like I lucked up

Went through a shortcut, I stepped in some mud

You thought it was that, but that's not what it was

Everybody trap at your spot if we get in

Too many guns in the whip, I got ten brands

Tryin' not to wig with that fire, it demolish you

Tryin' not to wig with that fire, it demolish you

Everybody lurk with they burners, they follow you

Run through the hood, that mean 12 gotta follow through

Loadout eat you up, loadout swallow you

This a new fire, a new blick, it is sindable

Sixty round on a stick, that shit roundable

Tap in with fine shit if fine shit got some push

Lil' twin throwed off, he sit in that bush

Fuck, fuck, fuck