[Intro]
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, check me out
Ayy watch, ayy watch, ayy n***a better watch back
Ayy shoutout Luck, ayy shoutout lil' Luck
Ayy I swear the, cap shit

[Verse 1]
The cap shit gettin' outrageous, shit insane
Cap shit gettin' outrageous, shit insane
Hit at yo' top tryna take off yo' membrane
Lil' Lazer get up I get me a Dim chain
You got a bitch on yo' block, who let him hang?
Come to link wit' my fye, shake the campaign
Try to snake me out, take sum' from me you gon' feel pain
Shots got to slammin' in my hood but I ain't hear a thing
He don't know how to work that fye, he got weird aim
Left out the house without my fye then my fear came
Told the play to look at thе za, it's a lil' clear thing
Pop out wit' you's, n***a pop out wit' yo' gang
Take off my face put a mask on, it's a no namе
Fuck n***a pop shit, you must be on cocaine
Tripped out in the whip, got too close, that's a near miss
Put it on 100, let a fuck n***a hear this
The lick was too sweet, my badges be slithery
Boy you a bitch, you think you put fear in me?
Put it on 100, these fuck n***as ain't hearin' me
Take off my merch, let lil’ fine shyt wear the merch
Stand on the block, do a jugg in Topvillan shirt
Try to cross me out I come back and I do you worse
Park in the hood, turn it up, let ‘em hear the burst
Stole so much walk outside, I’m feelin’ cursed
N***a approach me wiggin’, now you in a hurse
[Verse 2]
Up that lil’ fye, why yo’ blick in yo’ fuckin’ purse?
Post on the block with that fye, you gon’ feel it first
Dunk yo’ lil’ top, I might aim at yo’ ceiling first
Gimme the za, why the fuck would you penny pinch?
Think I’ma stay back, I walk down finish it
Shit in my blick hit yo’ body, it end this shit
You don’t even know ‘bout me, I hit for like any stick
Recruit some troops to yo’ gang ‘cause we winnin’ shit
Fuck that, post my Triller, I’m in any fit
Dirty ass boy from the bricks, I’m a trendy one
I ain’t send no threats, why these fuck n***as sendin’ one?
Lil’ ass loadout, back then I had plenty guns
Go to the hood store, I warm up a Cinnabon
Everybody blicked up on the block, you got empty arms

[Outro]
Fuck, fuck, fuck