Ay lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, go, go, go, go
Can't go to your hood, you a rat
Can't go to your hood, you a rat
Can't go to your hood, you a rat
Go, go, can't go

[Verse]
Can't go to your hood 'cause you know you a rat
f*ck with the opps, turn a rat to a pack
Glock automatic, that switch on the back
Can't ride in the front, get in the back
n*gga be broke, I got the rack
n*ggas sneak dissing, can't hop on my track
Bump into a opp, that b*tch running like track
Get your ass loafing, you getting your ass packed
Timo a rapper, nah, he ain't like that
I send my shorty, come where you at
I put Lil Curryio on them, on a test
Don't aim for no leg, knock off a neck
Aim for the head, aim for the back
He f*cked up, why y'all doing him like that?
Gave her a Perc', she gave me a neck
Get rich or die trying, I need my respеct
Opps ain't on sh*t, ain't no need for a vest
They trying book me, I need chеck
You know we strikers, [?] through the back
I keep a shooter, you will get wet
b*tch, you a [?] just like a freshing
Boy, you a dyke, keep doing that lacking
No, I ain't funny, don't f*ck with no rappers
She need a Grammy, that b*tch keep acting, go, go
You put a stick in your Smith
Lil' boy, you will die with that b*tch
n*gga run up on my sh*t, boy, you can have it
Just know you gon' die with that sh*t, ayy
You put a stick in your Smith
Lil' boy, you will die with that b*tch
n*gga run up on my sh*t, know you can have it
Boy, you gon' die with that sh*t
Can't do no features, leave me alone
Can't f*ck with no rappers, these n*ggas be clone
Run up ten off this phone
You thinking I'm lying, I can give you a [?]
Don't call me out, lil' n*gga, I'm next
Took off his head, he was wearing a vest
He don't diss fans, we go hard like [?]
You come through on gang, we check you like chess
You think your b*tch favorite, she blowing my di*k
I'm in your crib and I got the stick
It's hot on the block, we still taking risks
Watch out for the [?], we don't f*ck with the [?]
My main be [?], I call her [?]
Glock .23, we slide with the slatt
Your homie got caught, he got hit in his sh*t
Look at his pants, the Glock made him p*ss, ayy