Malc

Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
I got Lil' Goxan-
I got Lil' Goxan-
I got Lil' Goxan on this motherfucker
Fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out

Every time I duck, my glizzy, gotta fire it
Come to my block, you sit down, you hear them sirens
I got that fye, I don't need no one right beside me
Met with lil' flame, I sound like a code red
Come to my show, everybody bombarding
When I shoot back, it gon' sound like I'm arguin'
I'm the one that got on that list, I done charted
Open that Ziploc bag, zipped me, done farted
Shit in my blick, hit yo' dreads, it be carbon
I'm in the trench, I don't even act like no artist
Got out that jam with that fye, it be parted
You want smoke with the gang, game done started
Glock clips, like the clip never jam
I just might pop shit, might pull out my scram
Airbnb got rules, I don't give a damn
Come to the trap, it be open like clams
Minigun, I got a chop, it go ham
Black pants, I might just pop out and slide
I ain't even answer twin, I know he gon' ride
Told my connect, "When I touch down, I'ma tap in"
Jokin' at you, I be hidin' from Batman
Fuck-nigga cap like you ate, you went Pac-Man
You think you still got your way, that was back then
They tryna search, make the dough, I won't slap them
Micro Drac' in a Sprayground it fit right in
Stick it up, wait on that lick, these ain't tight pants
Flashlight on the fye, it got some brightness
Stick in the nighttime, my fye got some night vision
I ain't sayin' nothin', I walked in, I went right with it
Fye got some push, when you shoot, you gotta fight with it
I could put racks in my pants, but they tight fitted
Dark Crush with the 'Za, shit had me light-headed
Heat .45 and it came with a sight with it
This ain't my fye, so I can't even ride with it
Talkin' up when I ain't have no where to sleep
Talk with lil' twin, he the slimest in the team
This ain't my smoke, I wasn't tryna intervene
We need that 'Za, man, lil' gang tryna fiend
Every day in my hood, shit Halloween
You the same color of that 'Za, nigga, green
I put on black, I just do this shit weekly
Nigga don't fuck with me for real, I can peep it
You ain't gon' step, you just keepin' it a secret
Ain't nobody got my number, can't nobody leak it
Back then, it was your time, now it's my season
Fye got some push, I didn't know how to treat it
Nigga gettin' put on a plate, get deleted
Everything I say to fine shit, she repeat it
Come to my block just to have us a meetin'
Fake-ass Perc', why you act like I need it?

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck