YBN

{Verse 1} Run up on me late night gloves and dracs we followed him home from The texaco get inside his whip I turned it into a 2 speed they don't know if i killed him or if i was the driver but i did both i switched seats get inside the car by myself and a lose leef nigga in the town said i can't come around until it's smoke boy come shoot me pull up being loud down the street bet your hoe get wet like who is he after that get behind the truncey fully stick get loud and wild but don't shoot and houses last time we hit the neighbors and we spin out the SRT but this isn't a regular 392 it's a shaker, fuck a PS5 won't get No fuckin revive when this hot shit come thru your blinds im riding with 30, I'm Tripping of that yerky, i might hop out the car and grab you Lc i put that on God, we ain't doing no playing just catch a murder and dip we all in the bed kissing and laying but this dirty bitch i put dick on her told his ass not to look shoot thru the door for peaking, cherry red bomb shoot thru your blinds this gun smoke sent make you dance Saru like to fuck around no hand grandes you get your ass blown killer shit this drac on me bitch i can cook just work this old phone BLACKBERRY CONFRIM Shit i can get his ass blown 45 this Lc shit you slime enough to fuck a nigga you slime enough to bring a bag home I told you not to trust these nigga bitch you now you deadass wrong i was thinking you was for bloods but you got a crip flag to, Pick a side Lc fuck crips baby we gon be on bloods real gang hoes bitch.