[Chorus]
Anywhere you want, n***a, pick it
Black blade or blicket, this Heckler shoot nice when you lift it
Catch you outside, you're getting triplets
Book you like a visit and leave you on the fences, tell 'em "Pick it"
My bars take you places, call 'em tickets
Forget about the critics, if I ain't copped three then it's crickets
It's forty from the Honda like a Civic
Known like Vidic, slug make your blood turn acidic

[Verse 1]
If I ain't getting money then I'm livid
Opps talking gibberish but they ain't touching nothing like they frigid
Don't play with me, I'm sharp but I'm rigid
I give it to you vivid, my shooter flung at you, I told him "Fling it"
I grew up off the hinges, used to ping it
Call me Vini Jr how I wing it
Just copped the J Lingz, who wanna ling it?
Yeah, my last fling, I had to bin it
But if I drop a song today, she's still gonna sing it

[Chorus]
Anywhere you want, n***a, pick it
Black blade or blicket, this Heckler shoot nice when you lift it
Catch you outside, you're getting triplets
Book you like a visit and leave you on the fences, tell 'em "Pick it"
My bars take you places, call 'em tickets
Forget about the critics, if I ain't copped three then it's crickets
It's forty from the Honda like a Civic
Known like Vidic, slug make your blood turn acidic
[Verse 2]
Playtime, I'm aiming for your wicket
It's chess not checkers, them n***as playing rounders, this is cricket
Every after school, I used to lick it
Copped the BW's in violet, when they dropped they were wicked
You ain't gotta ask if I can kick it
I kick it like my J's and the rifle on spray when you flick it
I'd rather be a suspect than a victim
I say that with my chest, driving down the wrong way and I'm switching
I'm Michael in his prime, he's Scotty Pippen
Fuck the opposition, treat 'em like my single, they need pitching
Fuck the feds too and fuck the system
Your whole hood's grieving, RIP Itch, we gotta itch him
They don't want me here in this position
That's why I make 'em sick to their stomachs for the fact I'm just existing
If I ain't in the booth, I'm in the kitchen
Whipping up a king's meal 'cause every gun needs its ammunition

[Chorus]
Anywhere you want, n***a, pick it
Black blade or blicket, this Heckler shoot nice when you lift it
Catch you outside, you're getting triplets
Book you like a visit and leave you on the fences, tell 'em "Pick it"
My bars take you places, call 'em tickets
Forget about the critics, if I ain't copped three then it's crickets
It's forty from the Honda like a Civic
Known like Vidic, slug make your blood turn acidic