Yeah, you know, spaz out, you know, huh
Yeah, yeah, slow down
I just did 3 months, I laid down, now I'm back
I just did a turn around, and I ain't break a sweat
They hating on a youngin', ** them **, this ain't that
ShakeBack four times, ** ** this where it's at
It's ShakeBack Gang ** ** yeah it's that
And free my ** Perky, 'til they let my ** back
I got some pure drywall but I sell it like it's crack
And all that rappin', like you steppin', like you wit' it, you get whacked
Ayy, I'm wit' my young **
You wanna come record with Rio bring a gun with you
My lil' ** 16, but the drum 50
I'm drinking red, but the ** i'm wit' a cum sipper
Ayy, **, I'm tryna catch a body
Give me a .38, and two Glocks, kill everybody
Ayy, see I've been fuckin' since a young **
Youngest ** ever made his teacher cum **
I never rode the short bus, but I'm a dumb **
The AR got breast cancer, I felt the lump in it
I broke a Russian Cream down, and put some runts in it
Then drunk a 6 of red raw, can't feel my tongue **
I walked in with big K and put a drum in it
Put my ** up in her stomach feel the lump in it
Don't stunt with bro straps, it's not really your guns **
Don't stunt with bro racks, it's not really your funds **
Ain't ** sweet, but the Glock got honeybun in it
Shoot him in his leg with a K, make him run different
Boy that pop light as well, you dropped a one in it
I'm finna drink a pint of wocky with my young **
You sound dumb ** ****
Ain't ducking how ** I keep a gun **
Took a ** ** to work she got the tall looking
Then your ** picked it up and got the tall kids
Pour punch in the nose, leave a ** knocked out
This 40 on me pull it out, then you get popped now
I call my ** Bally up, it ain't no talking now
Spaz pulling up with the stick, you getting hawked down
** hating on the young I'm only six-teen
My name ring bells, and I ain't even six feet
** pussies out here acting if you ask me
** around and leave a ** on a backstreet
Bullet got a ** jumping like a athlete
I'm in a sleeve, I won't let these ** catch me
I came swerving with a mac tryna tax him
I drive myself, you won't catch me in no taxis
Kill him in the studio, I don't rap beef
Leave a ** body wrapped, like some packed meat
Still 'ill beat a ** ** if he packing heat
I sold a half a **, and they just cut the trap beat
