Treacherous lyrics

[Intro]
(guapp, n*gga)

[Verse]
n*gga got took down tryna be 'bout it, n*gga, knew you wouldn't last in the trench
f*ck I got hands for? Everything, I take, lil' Lazer ain't asking for sh*t
f*cked up, upped the fire and you missed
Fast stepper, scratch that boy off the list
57 Joker, I strike with my blick
You better offer it to me, I ain't askin' for sh*t
I'm a run-and-dumper, I can't f*ck with no switch
Get out the V, you get put in a ditch
Fast Gang steppin', we finna be rich
Come out of nowhere and just make you a diss
Come out of nowhere, I'm using my stick
Scratch him off the list, forgot he exist
You ain't do that, all your stories be twist
Work on my targets in the fiеld, I don't miss
Long live June, I still reminiscе
CVS, pick you a pill in this b*tch
Hotbox, we got wheels in this b*tch
If you ain't ready to catch you a kill, you a b*tch
Zaza blunts, havin' smoke session
Threaten to take down the plug, now he blessin'
You spooked in the dead end, you know this sh*t reckless
You wearin' your jewelry? You wearin' your necklace?
Celebrate when I hit licks, I'm flexing it
In and out on licks, 12 ain't even catchin' sh*t
Who the f*ck said we ain't wreckin’ sh*t?
f*ck, f*ck (guapp, n*gga)
Didn't leave with lil' Lazer 'cause n*ggas be scary
56 Joker, leave sh*t Bloody Mary
Hit me a lick, now I'm slidin' through Perry
Blick in my hand, better not try me, I dare you
You got a fire, how these f*ck n*ggas scare you?
Can't even peep me 'cause the window was tinted
Better not let me hold it, better not let me rent it
Fast Gang havin' shots out
We the ones that got the block hot
Start the lick, 'cause you be talkin' a lot
If you get caught, then we pappin' you out
Jugg some sh*t, why you cappin' a lot?
He ain't even mean to steal it, he ready to sell it
Smoke too much 'za, I be needin' me a beverage
Blick in my pants, it right by my belly
Boy, you a b*tch, you ready to go tell it
Brand-new 43X, can't sell it
Better watch your back 'cause this sh*t get treacherous
Tatted my body, my artists be sketchin' sh*t
Fast Gang up on opps, it's a deficit
FaceTime fine sh*t, ain't with that textin' sh*t
Come to my hood, n*gga, really get next to me
Fill up my clips, let the mag get the best of me
Send me the Cash App, I'll give you the recipe
Take that boy down 'cause he always be flexin' P's
f*ck, f*ck
You got a burner, keep it in your face
All these drugs, I can't speed up my pace
First day in the hood, your blunt get laced
Gen5 black, it be matchin' my race
Skinnies fitted, it look like I skate
Baby Gen5 help me eat up the plate