AV with that drip, hoe
Gang
"Ay Lex, where you at bro?"
I′m on the block, that you can't even hang
Only time that you hittin′ a lane switch
Going rounds, I'm bustin' all on her face
Tryna go with the pace and you can′t b***h
I cannot sleep ′til the gang rich
Ridin' around with the same stick
Fuck around, talk about one my brothers
I′m uppin' that fire, we aim quick
Fake this
Bitch I′m going apeshit
Shawty gon' top me up ′cause I've been feelin' anxious
That lil′ boy he talk a lot so bullets hit his braces
If I aim, know it′s gon' be hittin′ ain't no grazin′, b***h
Yo, I'm back
Isaac′s mom was just lickin' my sack, aye
I'm smokin′ that willy pack, aye
I′m finna run 'em like track, aye
I′m gonna punch in the mac, aye
I ate her up like a snack, aye
She be riding my horn, yuh
My shi be poppin' like corn, yuh
Hey Isaacwhy!
"What pack god"
Why the f*ck were you born?
I smoke on that pack
I told ′em they gotta get back
I'm running them down on the track
I′m totin' a grrrat
And now all they heads gonna splat
Shoutout to Larry my shlat
And Xanakin be doing crack
And willy be wack
I'm in yo′ server and I′m smoking on gas
Yeah, is yo' mom nicknamed Satori?
′Cause I'm hitting that b***h from the back
Willy be eating that piece of that pasta
That roni that phony he be stealing my clothing
And Tanner be twirling and rolling and licking
My cuban, I think that his momma be homing ′em
Fucking trap, now you trapped
I look you in the face
I'm like we really doin′ this?
It's me and Larry and Willy, why you tryna test me boy?
You know we ain't new to this
Zero morality causing fatalities
I′m on a killing spree, you ain′t gon' ruin it
They call me packgod when I′m in the vc
Ain't nobody speaking, you know how I′m airing it
I got a 50 round drum and I'm sharing it
I got yo′ rent on my body, I'm wearing it
Speak on the gang then it's war, we declaring it
Buy you a casket and Larry′s preparing it
I′m eatin' pears and s**t
You is a vegetable, f*ck out my face ′fore you trip in this reticle
I keep the defense on me like a sentinel
All my arms big like they Mr. Incredible b***h
I'm feelin′ f*****g incredible
Bitch all my opps needing some medical
Quick 'cause they just ain′t ever was ready for this
Softwilly, why you built like a dick?
Softwilly, why you built like a brick?
Softwilly, why you built like a bitch?
Uh, oh my God, give me a sec
It's Barack Obama and I'm f*****g snapping on this track
I told Softwilly′s mother to bring that ass back
Hey Yung Kage
Yeah, what′s up?
You can gargle on this sack
I'm in the f*****g Oval Office and I′m smokin' on that pack
If you don′t shut your stupid milkshake stinky
Baked cheesy-fisted trunk driver, bank employee
The month's midget, plastic, fourth lamp-post
Dust to keep buckle leg warmer, cedar block
Flag packet lookin′ ass up my n***a
