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Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out (ayy, watch out)
Who that? (Fuck, fuck, fuck)

Robbed for your jacket, this shit don't fit your drip
Time to get tactical, let me see your skills
Stick got a foregrip, be jumpin' out for real
Get your fuckin' door kicked, actin' like a fuckin' mil'
Skinny top, boy, your fuckin' foldin' ass downhill
Get the fuck out my comments, suckin' my nuts
Nigga probably lace your blunt, give you angel dust
Loud stick what I'm swingin', come out the cut
Loud pack, you gon' smell it, smack your face
Jumped up off the porch, Glock up on my waist
Passed the blunt to twin, this how the blunt taste
Bitch, you walkin' in and out the fuckin' mini store
They bound to see lil' Lazer if they comin' through
Fifty round go for a minute and two seconds
Quick fire, super power, up it out my jacket
Never seen my drip before, niggas bitin'
Bitches walk up on me, ask me what's my type
Smoke with the gang, now you beg for your life
Everybody got them a mask for the night
Drug take down, got everybody excited
Drive the Scat Pack crazy, need some new tires

Walk by that trash bag shit you be sellin'
Won't hit that trash-ass blunt he be smokin'
Go to the bank on the days it ain't open
I'm at the mini store, blicked up, we posted
These hoes burnt up in a toaster
I don't remember last time I was sober
Catch him with no camo ridin', then it's over
Nigga not gon' never change, no slim-fit Polo
White ho jump off the yacht, talkin' 'bout YOLO
Itchin' to smoke me some 'Za, don't got none
Itchin' to buy some more drank, I got some
Hotbox, pull up to the bank, get a hundred on
When the Draco spit out, it's a Tommy gun
Plug talkin' 'bout he runnin' out and keep goin' so
Fuckin' up these racks I got from performance
Spooked when he poppin' out, he got a army
Three chains on my neck, an armed informant
See a sign on a gate, that's a warnin'
Trench coat, it's a stick under it
Get your fan ass on out my shit
Better never let me run into your bitch
Green pint for the lord, blue strip
Climb inside the window, tiptoe through your crib
Lil' gang want the smoke, give a fuck who you is
Fallin' on the ground, geeked up off them pills
Double cup got me geeked for real

Robbed for your jacket, this shit don't fit your drip
Time to get tactical, let me see your skills
Stick got a foregrip, be jumpin' out for real
Get your fuckin' door kicked, actin' like a fuckin' mil'
Skinny top, boy, your fuckin' foldin' ass downhill
Get the fuck out my comments, suckin' my nuts
Nigga probably lace your blunt, give you angel dust
Loud stick what I'm swingin', come out the cut
Loud pack, you gon' smell it, smack your face
Jumped up off the porch, Glock up on my waist
Passed the blunt to twin, this how the blunt taste
Bitch, you walkin' in and out the fuckin' mini store
They bound to see lil' Lazer if they comin' through
Fifty round go for a minute and two seconds
Quick fire, super power, up it out my jacket
Never seen my drip before, niggas bitin'
Bitches walk up on me, ask me what's my type
Smoke with the gang, now you beg for your life
Everybody got them a mask for the night
Drug take down, got everybody excited
Drive the Scat Pack crazy, need some new tires

Ayy, watch out
Fuck, fuck (it's mwk on this shit)
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out