[Intro]
Fuck, fuck, fuck
(Faint got that bih' jumpin’)

[Verse]
Real zaza blow yo head off, n***a gotta get up and stretch
Take that boy down 'cause I ain't havin’ no munyun and lil' boy better not try to flex
N***a got smoke wit' Fast, get you a helmet, fuck is a bulletproof vest?
I couldn't even clean up that mess
Take that boy down if he buck out, the glizzy gon' go through his flesh
Come to the dead end right now, we gon' wild out
I really trip out with twins
I really put this shit on, put gear on my skin
Can't let none of you fuck n***as in
Yo' gang got my gang, we take territory, this shit here like Clash of Clans
N***a tryna join my gang, ’cause they know Fast gon’ win
Fuck, fuck!
If you got zaza you better go sell
Plug turned his back, took some weed off scale
I done did hella shit but I'm still outta jail
Free my li’l brother, he ain't having no bail
12, tap you on the shoulder you know you gon' tell
Hit a lick on the trapper, he wish he ain't sell
Real bad man got the pound scale
Gloves on my hand you can’t get fingerprint
Boy you a bitch, you be trying not to flinch
I fuck that shit I forgot that I hit
Come to 6th Ave we gon' wild out, we blicked
Rap shit lit, say lil' Fasty don't miss
Boy you a bitch, pull the stick out, he shit
All star gang got the dominant clique
She talkin' bout text me back, my number done switched
Sasquatch, scratch that boy off the list
Lil' boy get took down, we taking yo shit
I don't even pop out but lil' Lazer in the mix
And if they catch me I wild out wit' blicks
Lil' Lazer trendy, they bitin' all my drip
You better have zaza if you want me there
Alabama fight, beat you wit' chair
Boy you a bitch, you look like a square
I get shit hot when I come over there
You running with them, you gon' run over there
Catch 'em down bad, decreasing his air
Fast gang [?] me, shit ain't even fair
He look like a cop, gotta watch what he wear
I put that shit on, I don't even watch what I wear
Opp at the show, got the Glock in the air
Put him to sleep like he rocking in chairs
He at home practicing mean stares
And if they catch me, you know I ain't scared
N***as be hoes, just look what they wearing
But I don't even give a fuck, like I ain't caring
Ran out of sandwich bag, wrap it in saran
Beat that boy face, put his face in the sand
Skateboarder dunks, I ain't wearing no Vans
I got my fire in my hood with lil' twin
[Outro]
Fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck