[Hook x2]
Blood clot, roll up blood clot weed right now,
Rude boy, don't be rude boy or get shot down
High as f**
Geeking like I'm Marley b**h come try your luck
Homicide another track, hurry put your lighters up
[Verse 1: Wooh Da Kid]
Gun shots bangin' from the back block,
My strap co*ked up and down
Fiends running in and out the trap spot
Late at night, don't get caught slipping better have your gun
Front a young boy off a pack and he bound to run
FN, keep it fully loaded, I ain't flexing
I just went hard f**ing Brittaney and her best friend
Rude boy, I don't f** with rude boy you food boy
We don't f** with snake n***as we know you a geek boy
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[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Project Pat]
Homicidal, must be suicidal
Running off this vital, desert rifle
We can get gangsta', like a disciple
Blacked out, with the strap out
Ran your fat mouth, to the wrong b**h
Gun in chest blew your back out
Dope sold to the young and old
Cup of purple code [?]
Ferrarri swag play me like I'm slow
Put a f**ing hole in his head
Now a sh** bag what the n***a wearing
For the rest his life
But I tried to take his life
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Wooh Da Kid]
Atlanta where I stay, ATL my home
North Jamaica Queens running through my bones
R.I.P. Dunk tatted on my face
808's quake 'tino drop the ba**
Blood clot, rude boy, hurry roll the weed now
Rude boy, Wooh Da I'm the king with the f**ing crown
High as f** geeking like I'm Marley and my uncle Snoop
Try your luck, you gonna need an army just to f** with Wooh
[Hook x2]