[ Featuring Kcapone ]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, huh
Popped out on that block, got the lo we gon' hit your ass
Slidin wit Kcapone bitch we slidin out wit extended mags
Mask on my face, I don't care bitch im living bad
I can't slide if it ain't bout no coochie, or no f*ckin' bag (UH HUH)
I'm chillin' outside yo trap with a F N (WITH A F N)
Bad bitch, and she brought her best friend
Never Lacking, bitch you know I'm packin' it
Bad bitch, I'm f*ckin' on that bitch cuz she's a snack
SHE A SNACK
Ion got no glock ,
Got an A R
I want to split your shit!
I'm ina L R A R,
We gon' blitz your shit!
I'm cool with shooters in your city, it's called connections
I cut my old hoe off, my new hoe, she perfection
That boy aint talk too much, who you think you testin'
Wit Kcapone & wl sticxsss Manixo, keep a weapon
It's Mr. Buck, I do the dash before they check the tag
Got what you need, I drop a brick up in the checker's bag
Go ona hit in an all-black Vick and I take off the tags
He gotta switch with a third-round kit like bro, just wave the flag
Got his love from a bitch like, oh, you think you gettin' a Birkin bag
Tie up the bitch, duct tape her mouth so she can't tell his ass
Back to the hit, dude think he slick, but bro nem see his ass
They in the bush and they got out, they finna steam his ass
Cut the beam on, he try to run, ain't even see the flash
Shot to the stomach, that nigga shit, he gotta clean his ass
Bro, get up on him, you know we want him in the body bag
You know we want him in the body bag
On my way home, stuck in my mind, I'm second-guessin
Twelve on my ass, I gotta ditch this f*ckin' weapon
If it go down tonight, won't answer no more questions
Like, how the f*ck we ran that drill out to perfection
I'm steady speedin', I bust a ride and wreck the V
Twelve get up on me like, damn, this can't be what it seem
I cock it back and then I try to let it squeeze
I wake up sweatin' like, goddamn, it was a bad dream
