Ivan in the back with the backpack
Filled up with the dank pack
Never lookin' back, see the past a little f*cked up
Hit up the producer now i'm planning for a future
No more flipping i ain't slipping, got it mapped out now
Ask again where i'm at now
Sc*m bag piece of sh*t, never bow down
Made my way around town with the hoop-d Contour
Hoped it wouldn't break down mid-drive down
Broward bound now
Out at night time, dark like we dead boys
f*ck your 22, b*tch we playing with the big toys
308 12 gauge, 762
Too much smoke in the whip, got a blurred view
So i get a get a little nauseous
b*tch approach me with some caution
'cause n*ggas love to talk that sh*t
But you know that they keep watching
I ain't flossin', call my brother out in boston
Nikko love to get to tossin' little n*ggas
Wrap my finger 'round that trigger
f*ck psalms, throw my mask on, wanna see you run
'cause i'm done so i'll run up with a gun
Lock a punk, light the skunk, f*ck that light a cig
Watch em dig my own grave, better pave it
Resurrect with respect from the depths out the dark
When i park up the car, gone a little too far
So i'll grip that kabar b*tch try me
I'll catch em, then i'll kill em, their bodies finna spill em
These f*ck boys acting rowdy, go get their vision cloudy
I'll catch em, then i'll kill em, the bodies finna spill em
These f*ck boys acting rowdy, go get your vision cloudy
(catch em, kill em)
(catch em, kill em)
(catch em, kill em)