Sins

I'll get up
I'll get up
I'll get up

This shit hit your car, your car can't move
Racks I spent on my tennis shoes
Just to step on that motherfuckin' fool
Turbo in my world, the way that bih growlin'
The twin wanted bad, then y'all crawlin'
Bindin' on my sweat, I forgot to trademark it
Come through the cuts, dodging an art

This itch a freak, she ain't calling Starks
Bite on my cheek, no, ain't having 'zar
Rich criminals still breaking the law
AR in my hood, this bitch is sawed off
Ain't havin' drip, you got the shit discount
40K don't have a bick, where I blick now
I know how to wreck the scope with my stick now
Every time I push her, all lurking around

Box the one, you shouldn't have got out of bounds
Drake spooled everybody, cut it, be loud
My grounds are built on taxes
Snuck the blick inside the party, I'm packing
If it smoke with one of my auto rewax, broke the scale
I had way too many playin'
You don't be outside, you don't post with the J's
Dirted up my shoes on the first day
Run up the cut, with the blades
At the end of the day, we linkin' the hood, what we made
Internet thuggin', nigga be jade

Sold all my weed, be robbin' the plays
Bitch cut the lights off, she ready to fuck
I ain't had time to take my ice off
We gon' smoke blunts in the White House
Hood like a maid, shit wipe out
I be fresh, greater than traffic on Wiggins
21st start of the race, we finish one
Shoot the fight, stand still, savin' my energy
And a bitch havin' some range, it limitless
Fuck nigga turnin' here, now ain't hit images

Nigga gon' pull out your brain like a scientist
It got shaky, I just seen a cop car
Hood lit, swear that shit, world star
It's a smoke, they just piss a nigga off
Slap you out and my name is in your mouth
Service all we got, we back into your house
Chatterbox, shoot a ho throw a draw
Blicked up, I got my gun in the mall
Smoking this dope, I'm hitting at the wall
Nigga be ho, cheetah print draw

You messed up your load, you don know how to flip
Drink up the drink, I don't know how to feel
In traffic, gotta get up with you
Three five, gotta give me a 50
I saw on your hood, I got a bit litty
Come to my hood, they robbing the tourists
I know I'm a suit, and nobody don't do it

If it's a smoke, they hide in the woods
Little ass fat, can't no slay to fuck
Crushing up, gun just sittin' you up
Nigga in her pad, tank, he stuck
Pop a shit, you see whenever I pull up
Dropping hot shit like I ate tacos
Sneakin' lean, every time I got rocket
Cop like he was in my hood, stop it
Posed to hit it like a GTA lobby, if we see a opp
We run to him, if we see a opp we run up to him

My lil' pop need a grenade, I throw in
Dripper fuck got 30k on the store run
Fuck the hoe, pull out her lace, I won't buy one
Flip the clip and everybody fade, he gon' start
I don't wear my jealous, thorn of rubber links
Ricky's dripper but I don't shop the Givenchy
So we post in my hood, they caught your bluff
Nigga never shot his guard, ain't gon' rest
Bitch, thanks, she got my love, got my trust

When I first came in, came in, I looked like a fucking caveman
Feel like I'm missin' my pistol
Don't stare around the plate, I don't hear the whistle
I know she gon' fuck, so she fuck with my music
It's 20-25, yo, listen to my music
Dumb and fuck, you nigga wake up
I don't gotta smoke, I got drugs in my car
My bruh got the pot, he blow everybody up
Nigga have a scratch, he still getting beat up
I got a line right now, I'm in the studio
I got a line right now, I'm in the studio
Yo, yo, yo