Lyrics

[Intro] Fuck, fuck, fuck (This motherfucker Fuegitoooo, man) (Ahh) [Verse] You know I had to tuck my Gen, it's on me Went outside, looked for a opp, I'm lonely Two gen, two strap in my hoodie Hit a rep in the whip off that cookie Big opp, we take him down, he think he bully Drac' got on Nike Tech and it's wooden This is not a KRISS Vec', this a Uzi Nigga fell for that trap, it's a boobie I ain't wanna roll the strain, it's too gooey Big truck, get out my lane or I'ma move you You can see me clutchin' behind dark tint Red seats, inside peppermint Gucci sweater, get yo' sweater bucked too Put yo' monеy down, I'm ready to gamble Lil' twin went down, I lеft him in shambles Deep in the streets, we might gotta scramble Stick undefeated, I know how to handle BP, I ain't gotta sit back Nike Tech, went and got it, it's black Way I whip, put my whip in a drag Do a heist, gotta cover up the tag Fish fry, opps get deep fried Get drunk, then I drink a V8 Took down, you got took down on yo' b-day Star 67, they called me on 3 way Saks Fifth splurgin', I used to shop eBay Used to be nervous, you got all yo' teammates Take off shiesty and you see a lean face You take off meds and we see a green face Pushed up, I tried to home invade (This motherfucker Fuegitoooo, man) I don't eat, then my lungs is dazed (Ahh) I ain't ate, but I still got payed I ain't smoke, I tell my partner they raged Fake weed, you be havin' turp on yo' page Smokin' the crowd, put you up on the stage Soon I hear sound, I'm nerfin' his place Caught out of bounds, he pick up his pace I catch a flagrant, I'm stompin' his face Hotbox, smoked out, it burnin' like mace Red Dead Redemption, Glock on my waist Uzi in my jacket, I bring it incase Candy lady do voodoo in my hood Leggin', geekin', put a eighth in the wood That ain't no drank, you be cappin', it's some suds We on the Battle Bus, we jump out above Spit out the shake, I smoke all of my buds Forgot to put my mask on, they know who it was Mix the Quagen, Quagen in the lemonade Stand down, I'm finna send out Renegade Fresh drip, spend some racks on my jacket Buyin' guns, I get wig wit' my backend Miller the 'woods, I chew out my mag This bitch blowin', I blew out a blag Fine shit goin', shoot my shot, it's glass Lil' twin get sum' to eat and sleep in a mask Hand me some racks, I got deep in my bag Fuck nigga spooked to tap in and bite swag