Pablo you crazy for this one
You went Beats Mode on this one
I turn Sonic for money in the trap Monday to Sunday
Clientele steady pumpin' Draco shells they're what we dumpin'
Brrt
I'm familiar with junkies see my face and they come runnin'
Yo
Two Instagram h*es from Compton I snatched 'em up out my comments
Them regular clips ain't enough
Nope
If you tote a Glock put a drum in it
Brrt
Tryna catch up to me There's gon' be a whole lotta running
Runnin'
Eyes in my rearview mirror I'm on point won't go for nothin'
Got twenty shots left up in the K thought I shot the whole hundred
Pay my ties at church from hustlin' even the pastor know we thuggin'
Amen
My lil' cousin shot my brother my brother got back don't f**k with my cousin
We got Glock's from seventeen 33 we ain't goin' for nothin'
Nothin'
He tried do what I do and I do what I do he really my baby boy
Kel Tec 223 with a hundred round drum that's probably my favorite gun
Everybody know how it go seen bro on bro on God we ain't shootin' no ones
Baby got mills I come through foreign
Sell these bands if it ain't no tourin'
Fresh white tee and some Off White Jordans
Trackhawk too loud it don't need no horn
Keep my w**d I need my d**gs
Got two shells gotta feed my sons
Streets I run
Run through w**d every week buy tonnes
N***a I'ma speak ain't bite my tongue
I'm the one that's having that s**t where I'm from
Been round s**t ever since I was young
F**k all my teachers said I wouldn't be nothin'
I turn Sonic for money in the trap Monday to Sunday
Clientele steady pumpin' Draco shells they're what we dumpin'
Brrt
I'm familiar with junkies see my face and they come runnin'
Yo
Two Instagram h*es from Compton I snatched 'em up out my comments
Them regular clips ain't enough
Nope
If you tote a Glock put a drum in it
Brrt
Tryna catch up to me There's gon' be a whole lotta running
Runnin'
Eyes in my rearview mirror I'm on point won't go for nothin'
Got twenty shots left up in the K thought I shot the whole hundred
Draco knocked a chunk up out his back like he working for Apple
Shie just poured a six up in the Sprite I pour eight in the Snapple
If I catch this opp all by myself I'ma spray him without 'em
Smoke back to back in the Audi we got the whole party cloudin'
Rocked his a*s to sleep we slimed him out after we took him in
He was clubbin' with the other side we had to cook his a*s
We just shook they block in but we had Texas tag
Dropped his a*s then hit his n***a up so we burnt up the Jag
And my hood treat me like Baby four packs of Fentanyl on me
Hate to serve your little old lady but granny keep callin' me
Any chopper hit 'bout eighty ten shot for who followin' me
And these skreets is eat or get ate ain't no n***as swallowin' me
Brr
I turn Sonic for money in the trap Monday to Sunday
Clientele steady pumpin' Draco shells they're what we dumpin'
Brrt
I'm familiar with junkies see my face and they come runnin'
Yo
Two Instagram h*es from Compton I snatched 'em up out my comments
Them regular clips ain't enough
Nope
If you tote a Glock put a drum in it
Brrt
Tryna catch up to me There's gon' be a whole lotta running
Runnin'
Eyes in my rearview mirror I'm on point won't go for nothin'
Got twenty shots left up in the K thought I shot the whole hundred
See something I've got to have it tuck your chain before I grab it
Ayy tuck your chain brrt
Spin the block in the caddy these FN's black and plastic
Brrt
Ms Gladys raised a savage they said I shoot like my daddy
My daddy
Spent thirty-eight racks to fix my smile Kardashian
Ayy thirty-eight racks to fix my grill fifteen eighty or two
Bling
B***h talking 'bout us settling down but I'm f**kin' her crew
She know it
3754 pockets full choppers and residue
Brrt
We certified like the truth b***h it's 30 Baby and Pooh
Brrt
