[Intro]
Fuck, fuck, fuck
I got lil'— I got lil' Go—
I got lil' Goxan— I got lil' Goxan on this motherfucker
Fuck, fuck, fuck
I ain't gon' cap, this shit got me high as fuck

[Verse]
Fake-ass weed, it's finally smokin'
When we capped out, bitch, you said you had more friends
Hotel smoke, now they gotta kick the door in
N***a actin' like they be spooked? Let me go in
Send the front end, get the rest when the show end
Clique ain't got Uzi, they over-exaggerated
Pop out with spread, it's a popeye
You think this my blick, but it not mine
Fine shit got 'em spooked, n***a, let mе hawk down
Everybody puttin' on zop, we gon' drop down
I get on feet, I don't еven drive when the cars around
Stuck in my hood, bitch, I feel like I'm locked down
You a bowling pin, I'll knock you down
Chalk it up with us, you'll never know I'm lyin'
Come 'round the corner with the stick, I'm crouching down
N***a touchin' blicks? I could get any kind
Bring drank to my hood, we drinkin' on any kind
Get the stick, I'm in the street, I'm spinnin 'round
House authorities, they be spooked when I pop out
Do me a late score, connects, it's some Wi-Fi
Two guns, I have it controlled, it'll jump out
I see a flame in the spot when I dump fire
I just went up on that chart, my art fire
Everybody ridin', we duck when darts fly
Let lil' twin lead the lick, he a smart guy
Everybody blicked on the porch, we got 'za
Last week, ain't have no munyun, now I spread
Love my lil' fire when it's certain I'll touch the shell
I could put a flashlight on it, it got a rail
You ain't shoot that blick in a minute, I could tell
When I get done with this song, finna smoke two
I got connects anywhere, what you wanna do?
12 hit the store, we hit the hood, we runnin' through
Ain't got no munyun, I'm tryna stack up a hundred blue
N***a shouldn't have showed me how to put the K5 in sport
Now I'm in the hood, they like, "How you done teleport?"
Bitch, I'm on drank, I won't pour up no Taylor Port
You ain't hit your opp, what the fuck was you aimin' for?
[Outro]
Fuck, fuck, fuck