[Intro]
Aight, talk your sh*t
Yo, it's your fu*king boy
Sturdy motherfu*kin' Mr. 30
You fu*king the streets up (Haha, yeah)
fu*king ni**as' b*tches
fu*king ni**as' wives (Hahaha)
Yo, listen man, we ain't fu*king around man
We taking this sh*t, man, to a whole 'nother fu*king level man
We fu*king coming with the same fu*king energy man
All you lame ass ni**as and lame ass b*tches better tune the fu*k in tonight (Hahahaha, no cap)
We fu*king taking over the world
[Chorus]
Look, off the wake up, gotta kiss my b*tch (Facts)
Then I take a piss
'Fore I leave the house, gotta grab the blick
Call up Sturdy 30, tell him that it's lit
Wanna live his life, gotta take a risk
All the stupid sh*t I did as a kid
Takin' ni**as' phonеs, robbin' ni**as' kicks
The ones who survived know I don't miss
[Verse]
Bando, I'm two for two from thе three
Caught a leg shot 'cause that boy speed
ni**a got me booked talking to the dees
Moving P's and Q's on my Q's and P's
How you gon' rap with a ni**a like me?
How you gon' cap to a ni**a like me?
b*tch I'm really outside with the killers and the thieves
We really in the jungle, ni**as throwing up B's
Late night in the summer, we was throwing by the three
ni**as know where I be
ni**as always wanna talk, but they don't want beef (What?)
Where you at? We could meet
You know I don't kickbox (I don't kickbox)
Luva got a .30, got a 16, so really that's 46 shots
You know we making sh*t hot
Put a drum on a drum like we changing hip-hop
Bail out gang if he play with big knots
Brody get slimey like he a big snot
Before we go spin, let's make a pit stop (Get money)
They tried to tell a ni**a change his flow (What?)
But ni**a I made this sh*t, like
Boy I get paid for this sh*t (Facts)
Boy I got fame for this sh*t, uh
Spittin' that dangerous sh*t (Like)
'Cause we really out flamin' and sh*t
Tell them ni**as don't play in this b*tch (At all)
Hundred shots, no aiming and sh*t (Grah)
We made a name for this sh*t (Rah, rah rah)
I put the gang in this sh*t
You know what we claiming and sh*t
And I got the chain on my wrist
I got your b*tch in the whip
Just off the brain, she a ten
She moan my name when I'm in
They like, "Yo Skizzy, you always on some treesh sh*t"
Nah, I'm where the breesh is
Boy think it's sweet, send rounds like it's Reeses
Hollows hit his heart, spread around in pieces
Talkin' like you God, send you up to Jesus
Put that on my nieces, mm (What?)
(Legs real, gave my ni**as creases)
[Chorus]
Look, off the wake up, gotta kiss my b*tch (Facts)
Then I take a piss
'Fore I leave the house, gotta grab the blick
Call up Sturdy 30, tell him that it's lit
Wanna live his life, gotta take a risk
All the stupid sh*t I did as a kid
Takin' ni**as' phones, robbin' ni**as' kicks
The ones who survived know I don't miss
[Outro]
'Cause that boy speed
On my Q's and P's, like