Lyrics

[Intro] Fuck Shit [Verse] Drugs got me down bad, I can't feel my feet Bitch, I been on that Wocky bad, might lay down for some weeks Lil' gang don't I ain't got no fuckin' chill, might dump the stick in street I might try to stuff a hundred dubs in fuckin' skinny jeans Get inside my bag so I don't ask a pussy nigga for nothing Lil' boy know I got my blick on me, can't come without my gun 12 got different kind of motors, be hard to fuckin' run I might get out with some crazy shit, a different gun Might see me come out the woods, late night, we in the hood Late night, we in the slum, might draw down with two guns S5 be with Lil' Flame, 57, we be the gang Jump out with an accurate aim, walk down on your gang Fuck that shit, I got Fast Gang, hit a fuckin' target We got hella blicks, hella guns, sticks out the trap Tried to sell my player a dirty strap, pourin' drank and juice I got blicks inside the fuckin' booth, might walk down with somethin' new This a Hellcat gun, you can't even fuckin' run I got the police circlin' the hood, I'm hot just like the sun Promise I'ma get off blick, promise I'ma dump my fye This a semi, but I shoot that bitch with rapid fire Talkin' 'bout you gon' walk down on Lil' Fast, boy, you fuckin' wack I just go inside, create a class, then I pop out black Niggas seen me pop for racks, aim up top, we aim for hats This a smelly pack, I might pop out, jump out black You can't run from Fast, bet the glizzy blast Blowin' zaza and we drivin' fast Bust a fuckin' corner, get outside the box Fuck, 12 hit my fuckin' spot, I had to hide the Glocks Pussy, I got Glock room in my spot, Glock room in my house We might draw down on your whip, draw down on your ride Bitch, I got— bitch, we got— [Outro] Fuck Shit