[Intro]
Fuck, fuck, fuck

[Verse]
N***a ain’t put me on shit
You turn to a lick that’s on you
Only if I see a scammin’ ass opp
Only God know what I’m gon’ do
Free my lil’ brother out the can
He need like one more chance
If you try to spin
You know we spin on his sedan
Oh he got this bitch?
He ain’t even got his Glock in his fuckin’ hands
Walk down take yo’ pills
And go make profit off yo’ fuckin’ xans
He ain’t think he was gon’ see us today
That shit wan’ in his plans
I might laugh when I take yo’ gun
I treat this shit like fun
Had to fly to Cali without my gun
But I can’t fuckin’ run
Draw down any minute now
Lil' Fast gon' pull his blick
And they know lil' Fast on fuck shit
Break yo' gun in, you ain't gon' shoot
40 cal, got blicks inside the booth
N***a we'll draw down on you
Max out with this dirty Drac'
Told me you was gon' shoot but I still won't depend on you
(My blick inside my drip right now)
(I don't know if nobody else got gun on 'em)
N***a come see where I'm at right now
You knew you was sweet
Who the fuck let lil' buddy in the streets?
Draw down, think it's еasy
Bitch I post up with this blick on me
Why the fuck this car keep spinnin' through?
Finna spin his shit
I done brought too many guns to 6th avе
N***a know I finish it
If you come wit' me, better empty yo' clip
Gunshots that's all we hear
Fast gang strike for guns all year, fuck