Drop top

Drop-top whips, I ain't spraying from the hip,

Laser focused, don't need to pray that I hit, cause when I fire these shots, I just don't miss.

Snakes in the grass? I be taking a piss.

movement militant, Type 56 on the backseat of the whip.

I’m folding these fake fuckers, factually causing a rapture, rapidly accelerating,

Actually I'm a savage, I bite the bullet casually, slap up this MP5, then ravage em with artillery.

Trigger finger ready, but if cash getting to heavy to carry, I'll just send it overseas.

I’ll hit em up clean, make that casket stop shuddering with the wind, place you in and seal it proper, take it out to sea, then throw it overboard.

dont want to touch the Glock, don't want my extendo, 4 years, it's been buried deep, I rather cop pounds, didn't want to drop opps,

Bands in crypto, for a rainy day, come out of the blockchain, just to wet you up.

Opps try to creep, they getting caught, if the bullets spray.

Strapped with the piece, let em RIP, everyone pays for their deeds, but we deal with the devil, we're a different breed.

Blaster, plasters you on the wall, you'll respawn in hell,

We were just Yutes chasing dreams, Tryna flex on billboards in the 6, under these bright city lights, they busy melting their minds, sniffin white.