OXY

Lyrics

[Intro] (Wake up, F1LTHY) MP5 MP5 [Verse] Geek shit, fast shit, leave you in the past tense Equipped with this fifty-round, I'll go ballistic Why the fuck she keep lyin' to me on the opp nigga? Nigga better not get on side my fuckin' whip When I bump down, clutchin' up my grip Lil' twin got the lick, on his shoulder, it's a chip These speakers gon' blow out Tell everything that you know 'bout I seen that shit, but I got no eyes Nigga think my fuckin' ProMag gon' jam Try that shit, I bet it blam Big truck, pull up in the Ram On that fuck shit at the function Zoom in on my fuckin' scope, carve your pumpkin Lil' ho keep tryna give me throat, tell her I'm straight Pop out with this shit on me like I robbed a bank Your hood dead, we rode through it thе other day High as fuck, I just throw the pills away Ain't tryna fuck, I told that ho I want some facе Get out that box, soon as it's over, it's burned up Only reason why she wanna fuck 'cause we turnt up Everybody cryin' when you up, I just learned that Ain't walk in the store by the gun, I heard that Damn, I need my fuckin' cup, I relapsed Whole city on them drugs, we need that Turnt shit only at the fuckin' box Burned up my first load, that's no cap Every time them pussies move, we get the drop Plug give me the bags first, I get 'em off Different kind of plug, havin' different sauce These niggas parrots, copy all my thoughts Lookin' like a Terminator walkin' through the mall See the opps at the show, we start a brawl Do a spread, got these racks on my arm I ain't buy no ho no necklace, fuck a charm Why the fuck this ho keep textin', what she on? Trash the MAC, collectin' my score streak Three different classes, switch the bitch every week If you try to test, ain't spendin' my money This smoke be practice, I'm jumpin' one hundred I'm holdin' grudges, smoke permanent Geeked up, fits tailored, makin' turns and shit Bitch hit my cellular on that other shit Get you for Taylor Park, he on that drunk shit I really be on the court, I'm out here dunkin' shit Hit you with this flame and you ain't even functionin' I'm havin' Glock, havin' fire by my underwear Lil' twin want on the news, he don't even care Bitch always tryna post, put me on the 'Gram Everybody already know when I'm in the town On that block right now, we be hangin' out Went to sleep in that box, they tappin' out I been keepin' it real from the jump start Then you havin' that lottery ticket They gon' chase you through the hood like Lorenzo When you jump in your whip, put your seatbelt on On that fuck-ass shit, you on spook shit He gon' spray a whole group, he don't know who he hit I just ran out my racks, now I'm too legit These fuck boys don't even know who they fuckin' with Yeah, I'm comin' through Come through in a BP truck And my blunt is motherfuckin' stuffed I got Glock, I'm not tryna tussle At the show, they pull on my T-shirt Big bank roll, it makin' my feet hurt Drop the pack out the dock and we skeet off Got a lil' SMG and it fast as fuck Gotta drop the window 'fore you pull up I can't wait for no pape', I go get it Make your ho tat the gang on her titties I been tryna this bitch out on the back porch You fuck niggas rats, feel like G-Force I don't pay for no tats, I get wrote on I serve, I boost my dinero Your table gon' turn, they gon' turn on you Gon' set you aflame, they gon' burn you Nigga not my fuckin' enemy, cap Pour the whole pint, I still ain't reach my limit Every day, I'm chasin' racks, nigga, gettin' it Run through the stop sign, you better hit it Set the trap up like a regular high Gang ties The bando boarded up right now too