[Intro]
Hahahaha
Fuck

[Verse]
Red or Green shit
I was down on my fuckin' dick
But I got back up
Fuck that shit we spin and spin out truck
Five don't give no fucks
Catch him in the alley wet him up
Put ketchup on his shirt
Talkin' down on five's we get him murked
Might aswell fuckin' rock out, taunt that boy with child sticks
Bitch I got different guns equipped, I pop out now its a rocket
Bitch I don't even like my money neat, this green shit super sloppy
Pussy boy you havin' paper
Watch out if I run your pocket
Bitch I'm tired of takin' pills let's pour seal a back
Might just draw down on my partner Opp can't get his kill back
I'm on different shit with you I got like ten of me (Phew)
It's that fast gang rental shit we take our enemiеs (I step on)
We don't buy licks or buy stains bitch i made it out
Tappеd in wit' another Zaza plug no more Zaza drought
'5'7 jump your .40 cal get a n***a whacked
This n***a draw down on 6'7 skreet got his ass shmacked
Wanna slow down on these drugs but bitch I'm livin' fast
Bitch I thought I brought my fuckin' glizzy, 'pull up I brang trash
Too many blicks inside the spot the spot ain't got no address
Walk that lil boy down for seven seconds, Then I gotta blast (Rock out)
N***as say we ain't ran up shit, we ran up green shit
On the east with lazy doe, everybody got beams bitch
How the fuck you get out your trip? i got army guns
We got craters inside the trenches push them to the slums
N***as don't want smoke with fires
I put smoke inside your lungs
Heard shots on the search for opps
I bet they gon shoot at the sun
I don't want smoke with fires
But to be honest them boys some bombs
In the slums blowin' green shit, green shit in my lungs
I bet lil fire don't get out ammo
I bet lil fire don't get out ammo
[Outro]
Bitch
Fuck
Shit