Grim lyrics

[Intro: WAWG Max]
(Honcho, you so motherf*ckin' goated)
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[Verse 1: WAWG Max]
Beat a n*gga block, early morning, all that rap cap
Catch his ass coming out that trap, push his cap back
Hopping out a black Kai, n*gga, f*ck a skat pack (Come here)
I don't f*ck with rats either, no, I don't condone that (Nah)
n*gga it's a new season but we still catchin' hats
They gave me a new reason to spin that block and double back
Catch a opp and wack his ass, back in that splat, we outta there
Look at the opps, them b*tches mad, told a f*ck n*gga we ain't playing fair
f*ck a n*gga, I'll kill sh*t, f*ck n*gga, I been lit
Most times I been dolo, call Kshordy, hit that kill switch
Got so many Glizzys I don't know which one to drill with
f*ck so many b*tches I don't know which one to deal with
Opp b*tch f*cking with me, you know I'mma let my friend hit
Bussin' off the meds, activated, b*tch, I'm fully focused
Smoking dead n*ggas, ashtray filled with thirty roaches (f*ck)
Roll another 'Wood and pop a pеrk, now I'm f*cking loaded (Gang)
Catch a n*gga lacking, choppa blast him, I'm a f*cking vulture
I be all in traffic, pistol packing with my f*cking soldiеrs
Terrorise they side 'cause all my n*ggas from that f*cking 'Nolia
I won't let it slide, why? b*tch 'cause I don't f*cking know ya
Creep up from behind (boaw) b*tch, choppa knock off his shoulder
Now you on the ground (fttt), b*tch, watch that choppa stand over
Smoke 'em out the pound, full of Leeke and Meechy and Bevel
So many dead opps, I think I see DaeDae and John John and Busta (They dead)
I'mma let 'em talk, f*ck a 40, that Draco gon' bust 'em
Baby from the west, she f*ck the opps, get that lo-lo, we rush 'em
b*tch this off the top, I'm finna stop, pop that perky then I'm f*cking
Why would I give up just to slip up, all these bands that I'm touching (Gang)
[Verse 2: La Cracka]
Smoking Meechy, Leeke, don't mess up 'cause somebody gon' die
When the mention Teki, smoke some Leeke, do this for 35
n*ggas tweak on social media don't even bring they ass outside
Wearing snapback for these hoes knowing damn y'all be hiding
Get the lo-lo up, let's go, get in the front, no, I ain't driving
We do sh*t that they ain't do, no talking, b*tch, we sliding
About Bibby, 35, Spazz and Mookie, masked up, n*ggas dying
Oh, you think bacause I'm handsome that I'm pus*y? b*tch, come try me