Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah (Plugg) Fuck goin' on Yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus] You seen your opponent, why the fuck you ain't erase it? Blicks in the shed, the basement I'm havin' racks, faces .223 in my bookbag, you can't take shit Drugs in the pouch I be geeked up, I snap back for the shootout I remember havin' no racks, shit blue now My white play, he gon' ask me for the blow every fuckin' time Nigga boot up, he get out his fuckin' mind Stop the drank for a week, I been tryin' These hoes be goin'-goin', but they tired [Verse 1] Hundreds and fifties, B-roll in my pocket (B-roll) When I draw down, I got flame in my rocket Up on that boy, make him empty every pocket Zott' punchin', throwin' jabs like Rocky Put my drip together, I look like a viper (Look like a viper) Shot my gun, it kept goin', it wasn't stoppin' (Shot my gun) Give a fuck where we goin', I'm poppin' shit (Poppin' shit, poppin' shit) Shit crazy, I went up like a rocket ship Now I'm havin' racks, now my pockets filled Check my account [Chorus] You seen your opponent, why the fuck you ain't erase it? Blicks in the shed, the basement I'm havin' racks, faces .223 in my bookbag, you can't take shit Drugs in the pouch I be geeked up, I snap back for the shootout I remember havin' no racks, shit blue now My white play, he gon' ask me for the blow every fuckin' time Nigga boot up, he get out his fuckin' mind Stop the drank for a week, I been tryin' These hoes be goin'-goin', but they tired [Verse 2] S on the chest how he savin' a ho (Savin', savin') Blow down the weed first week, I ain't savin' it Make her tat the gang, make her tat Lazer 'dem (Make her tat the gang) Hollow tip hit your brain, disable it (Hollow tip) Chasin' smoke through the hood with my favorite gun (I chase 'em) Take the weed back, this not the one (not the one) Nigga trollin', he too fat to run (Too fat) I really don't wanna sell my pint, I'm taxin' (I'm taxin') Sneak inside the spot, we got a distraction ('Straction) Thought the smoke was through, we catch him relaxin' (Thought it was through) Know I work my move on that backstreet (Know I work my move) Opp ho get her back beat (Back beat) We gon' pull up, we ain't gotta be that deep We gon' pull up [Chorus] You seen your opponent, why the fuck you ain't erase it? Blicks in the shed, the basement I'm havin' racks, faces .223 in my bookbag, you can't take shit Drugs in the pouch I be geeked up, I snap back for the shootout I remember havin' no racks, shit blue now My white play, he gon' ask me for the blow every fuckin' time