Statements

I be right' in the hood just like a mechanic Glock with a .30, lil' baby, don't panic

Just wanna fuck, I ain't bein' romantic Told her to put a dope inside her panty

AR with a telescope, it do a damage sellin ' these grams don't care about a grammy still in da' apartments even though they banned me I'm in Miami walkin' with a fanny

Throw back a perc it taste just like some candy Put her to work, I got them bitches dancin

We havin' plenty sticks inside a mansion Been through a lot, but I'm still standin

Walk with a stick like a finna go campin' Up all night, know a young nigga vampin

Play with that paper, I'll pop at your family Two bad bitches, that's a double whammy

Two bad bitches, Perky got me itchy Skooty gon' cook it like he in the kitchen

Run up on me, tell a nigga good riddance Fuck with-da gang, we gon' leave em with stitches

And im off the top, ain't none of it written Pull up on your block and I get to hittin