SMS

Hit me, SMS

Shoot his head, S.O.S

Ball hog shit, fuck yo set

Big ass truck, TRX

Big ass gun, shit so fed

ARP this shit so big

Niggas exed me out, still don't know what I did

My twin crazy, he might go and shoot your kid

Like I'm stressed, grab my sig

I'm fin dip, get off the grid

Don't try to hide, we gon find you

Put that .308 inside you

You can't hoop, ball hogs could guide you

You can't run, twin right behind you

ARP, let it crank

I done fell in love with drank

Hi-tec, I sip wok, and red

And I'm geeked, swing my dreads

OD pills, we do meds

He not real, that boy fled

I'm like what the fuck you said, I'm like what the fuck

They switched up on me like what, I can't give no fuck

Twin 30's come in clutch, we might fuck you up

We tryna walk that lil boy down, leave his pants on the ground

Put a sock over the stick, now that shit can't make no sound

She like faces why you late, bitch, I was counting cake

You better watch what the fuck you say, I might just eat your face

My twin come through with them drums, bussin shit like 808s

All I wanna do, is get high all day

Put that dot on you, you gon run away

Niggas switched up on me, but that's okay

Folding stock on the damn .308

Hit my phone, you got that drop we push up quick today

Hit me, SMS

Shoot his head, S.O.S

Ball hog shit, fuck yo set

Big ass truck, TRX

Big ass gun, shit so fed

ARP this shit so big

Niggas exed me out, still don't know what I did

My twin crazy, he might go and shoot your kid

Like I'm stressed, grab my sig

I'm fin dip, get off the grid