Verse 1
“I say bad b**hes and weed smoke ain't that what we here for
All black two doors and a bunch of sh** I can't afford
Hat co*ked to whatever side you ain't f**ing with
Crip walk on Monday, on Tuesday I dub step
Bet I can piss any n***a off, and f** his broad
Im just a disrespectful kid from Chicago
And my whole team got juice like Capri
The weakest sh** I ever wrote but I bet that its on repeat
I've mastered teaching these kids and made it look good
And making money at the same time f** being hood
I'm too outspoken to let my feelings get in the way
I know the outcome of like everything you about to say
Either you cool with us or you're a motherf**er looser
Aim for the top or get shot by one of my shooters
Saggin real hard
Floodin by the ankles
I run this sh**
God bless my chuck Taylors”
X2 Hook:
“Don't get stuck by the chucks
We stomp, it goes down
It goes down, down, down, down.”