Grape mentality

[Verse 1] Wreck the club, fuck it up we might just stop the promoter The AR pistol in my hand, bitch I don't need a holster We totin' hunnid round drums, so we comin' like motor And all we know is redrum, we get to tweakin' like Sosa Wreck the party, fuck it up, we got strippers in the section Bitch I'm only sixteen, I got grown hoes sexting Like a special ass student, a nigga better not test me If this nigga do, I swear to god it's getting deadly A hunnid shots up in the coupe, tryna lay a nigga down Bitch I'm too hot like moon rock, and you know I run the town Ain't with all of that talkin', that discussin', I get to bustin' Yeah that Glock what I'm tuckin', if I up it, I knock his muffin I got a MAC-11 mac n' cheese And you know it's lemon squeeze I ain't gotta think about it, nigga I'ma shoot with ease When I leave the house, you know that bitch is on my hip I'ma slam a nigga down, you can call me Shawn Kemp I'ma shoot out all my hollows, dump the whole clip Nigga watch yo' fuckin' mouth, 'fore I shoot you in the lip Bitch I'm stacking all my chips, but I don't fuck with dip Bitch I love making niggas bleed, but I fuck with Crips I was hittin' licks, skipping school, I ain't fuck with class Had the Glock 23 sitting in my bookbag I'ma up the pistol on my teacher, if I didn't pass Man fuck school, I'm rich, tell them people kiss my ass Bitch, I jumped out the Porsche and now we see eleven ducking down And my niggas wrapping bags, they don't even need a stamp [?] the judge, and you know I'm making bail I've been a demon all my life, I think that I belong in hell Bitch, I'm hotter than lava, pray to the lord so I can prosper Keep snitchin' man, now I'm hangin' with my shottas I got some bold ruffians, they be screamin' out "Allah" Baby Mexico Choppa, make a nigga cha cha