Yeah, run it up, then run it back
We chasing cash, just like the flash
Don't spare no opp, we get em whacked
His hoe want me, that n**a mad
That ain't my fault, she throwin' ass
I f**k around, might throw some cash
Nah, f**k that, I'm tryna save that shit
Roll a backwood, I'm tryna face that shit
I don't smoke, but you know what I mean face that shit
Want smoke with me, I'ma lace that shit
Young n**a too real, can't fake that shit
Yeah, young and turnt, don't give no f**k
Just know to knuck up if you buck
But we don't use no fists lil' bruh
We body bag and zip em up
You play, you lay, right on the ground
That silence (pew), won't make a sound
He think he tough, that boy a clown
I come outside, he not around