I pop up in the middle of the hot block
Make the Glock pop, sound like pop rocks on your block
Ten shots from the forty-five at 12 o’clock
I know the cops tired of me because I bail a lot
SWAT mad they couldn’t get me and I smelled like pot
One hundred dollar blunts, bitch I smell like guap, ayy
Stepped in a grow house, now I smell like crop
Looked in the mirror, damn near seen my pops
Shawty beatin' up my phone for me to beat her box
She can fuck all your bros, you gon' eat her box
Shawty said she crush a lot and she creep a lot
Shawty your Uber outside, you tryna sleep with a lot
I just ordered fifty wings, she say I eat a lot
These niggas ain’t street much, but I’m street a lot
Full of smoke up in my chest like Albuterol
Slide on him late night like a booty call
If you ain’t from the spot, click-clack, who is y’all?
Let you drive away, spin back, I’m doing y’all
Y’all can split this clip just in case it’s two of y’all
Turn my yard to a stage, now we booing y’all