[Intro]
Got a problem in there you need some help with Henry?
Fuck

[Verse]
Do a bad crime, do a bad job
This a sweet lick, this not a rob
I’m in Fulton County, I got my blicky from cop
Shit in my blick, shit be peeling these cars
Plug got strains, we snatching his jars
I was just in the trenches now I’m on Mars
Catch a n***a lackin', take a n***a fire, these guns be ours
N***a think he got powers 'cause he got a fire, n***a get devoured
Pop out, n***a, kill za'
In the trenches smokin' real za'
Shooting skills, what yo' skills 'bout?
Think I ain't got it, n***a packin' a felony
Fuck boy ain't popping out, fuck n***a scared of me
N***a ain't armed in the trench, n***a better be
This some shit don’t nobody even know, fuck boy can’t even go tell on me
When I walked down to the function, these fuck n***as vacuumed away, that way, the fuck n***a better be
Start up my gang, feel like Tony Montana
I'm disrespectful, I might burn yo' bandana
Take me some lines, I might mix me a Fanta
My grandma heard my name on police scanner
Caught me schemin' and they got me on camera
N***a got burnt with a fire now he tanner
N***a too old to ask questions, I ain't even having no answers
Come to the hood, we got the hood on smash
Boy, you a bitch, just give me yo' class
Skinny jeans drip, I fill it with cash
Thought we was tradin', I peeled on his ass
I ain't got my fire, n***a, I got my machete
Come to the hood, n***a, really be ready
Too many fire, you can’t run from confetti
Ain’t even tell nobody I know he gon' tell it
That ain’t no za', let me come smell it
Sneak my lil' blick in, I got my lil' felon
Boy, you a bitch, you delivered a message, fuck
[Outro]
Why the fuck you put the stick in yo' bag?
Easy ahh lick, I just snatch it and grab
Fuck