Grrt, grrt, grrt

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

They gon' box me—

They tried to box me in, but I, I'm still gon' get out

Phew, phew, phew

It's a Lego box on my gun

Lego box on a gun, it's on a stick

Lego box on a gun, it's on a blick

This shit sweet, this shit grits

We got straps, everybody in that dog pit

What you got a fire for? You ain't gon' off shit

Slime a **** out for free, it don't cost shit

They gon' pay for the straps, you get put in a coffin

Hole in his top, make his shit like a dolphin

Bitch wanna fuck, she knew that when I walked in

You on hard drugs, your paper dissolving

I'm on drugs 'cause my feelings be nauseous

**** better have stick, shit get cautious

I don't trust shit, got my blick in a mountain

You seen that scram, when I pop out, I spread

We gon' push up, ain't no bag on your head

I get on zot, it be lagging my legs

I hit that ho, I might mess up my bed

Pulled on her hair, I might mess up her head

You get that stab, you spooked, you scared

Ran out of ammo, with blick, I shred

He try to run, he gon' run out of stamina

Pour up that drank, **** ain't havin' no Danimals

Shoot his ass down, **** think he an animal

We draw down, you better not run up, you gunned down

Lil' twin went and bucked the kill, I'ma stand down

**** pushed up, they clutched, tryna stand round

The smoke was already over 'fore it even started

Still fuck somethin', can't link to the party

Real green drinker, this ain't no Bacardi

Shoot your ass down before it even started

**** on zot, a **** Bob Marley

Shit been done got hot, **** been done spint up your car

I run into an opp, I'm testing my SCAR

This bitch a bop, let me fuck in the car

Backseat slider, I feel like a star

Real rough rider, I be tearin' up my car

You get shot down, you put your hands on that boy

Shot down, you put your hands on that boy

Glock 9, I got my hands on a new one

Catch an opp, I put my hands on a new one

Sticks in my hood, we even got blue ones

I ain't tryna play no game, I ain't even tryna play around

We gon' push up, we make this bitch lay down

Stick just dump, it don't do shit but spray 'round

I got my zot, got my weed, and my spray 'round

12 really psyched out, when they fucked up, bring K9

Hood too spooky, ain't nobody tryna play 'round

Told the play hurry up, push up, ain't waitin' round

It's on my arm, this shit on my arm

I got my backend, these **** having some crumbs

Bitch gettin' sick, man, this bitch got some worms

Stick do a cleanup, clean up your germs

Phew, phew, phew