Nutty On The Block

[Verse 1]
Tiny paws
big heart
tiny Glock in my cart (skrrt)
Front yard fent, backyard bark
I’m the tail in the dark
Palm tree post
watchin’ traffic roll slow
Lil squirrel
brown fur
eyes low
Mailbox spot
I’m servin’ acorn packs
Chipmunk runner
got stripes
move stacks
I dodge hawks
and Crown Vics alike
If it chirp once
I’m gone like a bike
Neighbor’s pit
know my name on sight
He just bark
I just laugh
then bite
[Chorus]
I’m a nutty little gangsta
posted by the trash can (posted up)
Tail still wavin’
but I’m really ’bout that action (yeah yeah)
South Central squirrel
I don’t ever do relaxin’
Countin’ all these nuts
and I’m pimpin’ out the alley cats, man
Nutty little gangsta
posted by the trash can (trash can)
Tail still wavin’
but I’m really ’bout that action (that action)
South Central squirrel
got the whole block askin’
“How that tiny thing
got the whole hood crackin’?”
[Verse 2]
I hit the fence
like a four-door car
One jump
two yards
three yards
far
Old lady screamin’
“Get off my grass!”
I’m in her bird feeder
shovelin’ fast
Stray cat whining
talkin’ ’bout “I’m cold”
I toss a fish bone
tell her “hit this stroll” (go)
Nine lives, nine tricks
on Fig at night
She bring shells back
I split ’em right
Got crows for the lookout
rats for the stash
Blue jay whistle
if it’s cops that pass
I’m five inches tall
but I run these blocks
Treehouse trap
with the deadbolt locks
[Chorus]
I’m a nutty little gangsta
posted by the trash can (posted up)
Tail still wavin’
but I’m really ’bout that action (hey!)
South Central squirrel
I don’t ever do relaxin’
Countin’ all these nuts
and I’m pimpin’ out the alley cats, man
Nutty little gangsta
posted by the trash can (trash can)
Tail still wavin’
but I’m really ’bout that action (that action)
South Central squirrel
got the whole block askin’
“How that tiny thing
got the whole hood crackin’?”
[Bridge]
[beat drops to bass and snaps]
From the gutter to the gutter guard
climb wires, climb walls
life hard
Every day’s fall
every night’s frost
I stash more seeds
so nothing lost
[Chorus]
I’m a nutty little gangsta
posted by the trash can (uh)
Tail still wavin’
but I’m really ’bout that action (ooh)
South Central squirrel
I don’t ever do relaxin’
Countin’ all these nuts
and I’m pimpin’ out the alley cats, man

rap, Gritty West Coast bounce, swung drums and rubbery bass, playful but tough energy. Male vocals with a sly, animated delivery, stacking ad-libs and call‑and‑response hooks. Minimal keys and eerie synths in the verses; chorus explodes with gang vocals and doubled leads. Occasional record-stop FX on punchlines to spotlight the comedy-thug contrast.