(Drum Dummie made the beat)
Y'all don't wanna smoke with us
Load up the glizzy with two extensions, drum with the 50
When I up it, it ain't no missing, shoot 'til it's empty
Y'all must ain't heard my last song, anybody can get it
I'm on my road to them riches, I ain't stressin' these bitches
Reverse the clip and spend the Benz bullets bouncin' off fitted
And y'all don't get no cool points for that accident killin'
I'm from Hitch village where niggas really clutchin' extensions
And that's on crip, the beef ain't squashed 'til somebody be missin'
Jumped off the porch 'cause I was broke, I got them bands now
Light up a port, cock back my post and knock his mans down
And all that Instagram thuggin' gon' get you ran down
And we ain't playin' round, choppers get to sprayin' rounds
And when it's up, I swear it's stuck, no ain't understandin'
I dropped a bag with my advance that I got from Atlantic
Jumped out sticks and Glocks with dicks and them niggas had banded
The way that K stutter, you'll think it speakin' in Spanish
Shots to the brain if he think about touchin' my chain
Brand-new Draco sound rusty but when it shoot, it spit flames
Glock 23, extended clip, call it LeBron James
Heard Lil Tim, he OTM, when he shoot, it got aim
Load up the glizzy with two extensions, drum with the 50
When I up it, it ain't no missing, shoot 'til it's empty
Y'all must ain't heard my last song, anybody can get it
I'm on my road to them riches, I ain't stressin' these bitches
Reverse the clip and spend the Benz bullets bouncin' off fitted
And y'all don't get no cool points for that accident killin'
I'm from Hitch village where niggas really clutchin' extensions
And that's on crip, the beef ain't squashed 'til somebody be missin'
They hated on that Life Before Fame, well this the life after
Hit list got a book of names, nigga, don't make the next chapter
Since you actin' like it's smoke with us, fuck it, we handin' out cancer
He wish he never spoke on us, catch him at church and murk the pastor
I'm having visions of killin', bodies 'bout to be missin'
I'm dressin' up in black Dickies, you know Lil Leeky with me
Feds say the shit is ridiculous, Lil Quando Rondo sickening
Two hundreds holes in your car, the news say we over did it
I drop a bag in the morning, tonight, you on a stretcher
I'm ridin' 'round in a foreign grippin' on a shell catcher
My youngin do it outta love, but I'ma still bless 'em
And if he bring me back your head, shid, I'ma give 'em extra
Load up the glizzy with two extensions, drum with the 50
When I up it, it ain't no missing, shoot 'til it's empty
Y'all must ain't heard my last song, anybody can get it
I'm on my road to them riches, I ain't stressin' these bitches
Reverse the clip and spend the Benz bullets bouncin' off fitted
And y'all don't get no cool points for that accident killin'
I'm from Hitch village where niggas really clutchin' extensions
And that's on crip, the beef ain't squashed 'til somebody be missin'