(Emz Beats)
Yo
Rv
Circle the opp block, get round there (skrrt)
Who′s there? This ain't knock knock (who?)
And if I hit that pussy, bro said leave it
What a cock block
They can stay inside when the block′s hot
See me ten toes like I got socks off (ten toes)
Sh, got chinged out his outfit
So it's barely out like a crop-top (eugh)
Man, know what I do for the P's (what?)
Connect to my phone, no hotspots (true)
Trap runnin′ like Uber Eats
Food gets picked up, then it gets dropped off
Bro′s in jail, but you can't stop clocks (free up)
Still steppin′ on squares, no hop-scotch
New link for the waps that's top-notch
G lot pops off, done with the dot-dots (bow-bow)
Get round there with a loaded weapon
Something gets got when we go and get them
Sh, got done up, it weren′t his fault
Really, we wanted to smoke his brethern (Haha)
They try and run, but they all got caught, heh
Come like the co-defendants (dickhead)
Took it to trail, banked a right
Should've went guilty for a lower sentence
Guilty, not guilty
My black blade, got filthy (turn, turn)
They had me in an interview
But it weren′t nothing like Oprah Winfrey's (turn, told me turn, ay)
I got more links than Linktree
But I still can't let the wap link, link me (nope)
Because the feds would love to induction Jimmy
Guilty, not guilty, what will be, will be (He)
I ain′t tryna end up like my man
Barber, lock that door when you trim me (Nope)
Try tell ′em this pepper ain't minty
Gang made that beat before Quicksy (Real talk)
X-5 try spin me, on route, them size cuttin′ through Linley
I'm hungry like I′m 15 again
When I never see a white box like dillion (no)
In my home gym reminiscing when gang took the tray westward, no Vivienne (turn, turn up)
Of course, you're gonna see things different
When you sit down, and you speak on millions (turn, told me turn, ay)
Too much drama, I been up in the Midlands
Nearly let me speak like millions (turn, turn, turn up)
Remember the 125 (one)
Cheap hand ting, two-point-five (one)
Bro′s tryna turn something three point five (suh-suh)
Crunch time when the demons slide (suh, s-s-s-suh)
No youths with the big 45 plus the shotgun long it's like five foot five (one)
We pulled up on hmm, he didn't expect it
We tried to do him side-by-side (ugh)
Had the drakes tryna intercept us, tryna get us glide-by-glide (turn)
You ever had five tings sing One Summer
It′s coming like Jackson 5 (turn, ay)
They wanna send a can like Fanta, Sprite
It could because of the CCTV or because of the satellite or
′Cause he left prints on the handle bike
Guilty, not guilty
My black blade, got filthy (turn, turn)
They had me in an interview
But it weren't nothing like Oprah Winfrey′s (turn, told me turn, ay)
I got more links than Linktree but
I still can't let the wap link, link me (nope)
Because the feds would love to induction Jimmy
Guilty, not guilty, what will be, will be (heh)
I ain′t tryna end up like my man, Barber
Lock that door when you trim me (nope)
Try tell 'em this pepper ain′t minty
Gang made that beat before Quicksy (real talk)
X-5 try spin me, on route, them size cuttin' through Linley
