61st to 64th, ain't nobody on they porch
Everybody got a .30, everybody tryna score
Catch him lackin', get the blick
And he don't blick back, chase him down
Bullets rippin' through his chest
With extra clips for all these switches
Opps they see me and they know to run
My Glock a golden gun
How you tryna beef with me? You don't even own a gun
Yo' lil' homie died, you ain't blick back, who gave lil' folks a gun?
All these b*tches su*kin' dick
They come with us, they using tongues
Pull up in that scat fast
Chrome Hearts a fresh tag
Ball a bad b*tch, I done sent her home with a wet ass
ni**as get to tweakin', we don't think first, we just splat, splat
And I slimed plenty ni**as out, I could say slatt, slatt
I come to your city for a show
I ain't gon' perform if I don't get Glock through the door
b*tch, I'm from the 'Raq, I ain't gon say it's on the floor
HotHead burnin' in my Backwood, that's the only thing I smoke
Roll up that Marty, Josh, Foxx, Scrapp, Joc pack
Doonchie, Lil D, Ricky, Moses and Scrapp, Bam gettin' smoked now
Y'all still ain't get y'all lick back, y'all still ain't get y'all get back
Whole city know we with that, first ni**a caught 6lack
61st to 64th, ain't nobody on they porch
Everybody got a .30, everybody tryna score
Catch him lackin', get the blick
And he don't blick back, chase him down
Bullets rippin' through his chest
With extra clips for all these switches
Opps they see me and they know to run
My Glock a golden gun
How you tryna beef with me? You don't even own a gun
Yo' lil' homie died, you ain't blick back, who gave lil' folks a gun?
All these b*tches su*kin' dick
They come with us, they using tongues