Lyrics

Yeah, hey perc, hey swerv, ayy coo (shoo) Fuck these niggas at holmes, yeah, grrr [Verse] Rob cuz he got Suged I got the red beam, Riding Hood Im from a place, Wish a nigga would Cuz talking bout I went Hollywood Shooting at niggas like the Army would Is that nigga breathing? He hardly could That nigga bluffing know that he not a plug The pack in (?) a jugg Walk down on your man wit a G-lock Pump on me get his head blown 3 blocks Sixth Grade, wooping niggas for G-Shock (Pew Pew) Let the Ruger beep bop Ric Flair put the zip in a kneelock I got the birds, nigga no peacock You can backdoor, we doin 3 knocks Pistol at the baby its (?) Go to work like I play for the Nationals Gun got a switch, but its not compatible White plug keep calling me radical In the city do a hit at the capital I love the beams, but the scope is tactical Walk in wit a stick "Holy Mackerel!" No glick swapping Ruger's not Collateral I heard that lil nigga got work and we backing him He acting like he'll shoot or sum That nigga keep bluffing, we shoot her son I got me a mac with he cooling gun In the house wit a Drac "Look what you done" He talk on the internet make it worse Might shoot his Grandmother and take her purse I wipe off the blood with the baby shirt I got a big dog, but the cage will work I still want to know what you acting hard for when you ain't hop off the porch Where was you when (?) was going through, yal niggas was playing sports He was confused and (?) get bullet wounds, and out here you playing fort Heard lil cuz just trying to eat off my plate, imma stab his ass wit a fork