Walkin With the Fog

Pussy mother fucker always ducking when I come around
Sipping on that dirty sprite, and then I lay you in the ground
Sneak right up into your house, I swear that you won't hear a sound
Talking out your neck I'm finna fill you up a hundred rounds

It's that creeping through the dark
Urso finna leave a mark
Leave you looking at the stars
Drop your homies in your cars
Put your homies in your grave and leave your body with them scars hoe
Walking with the fog hoe
Creeping with the stock hoe

Make you drop the blunt
Watch you motherfuckers run
Watch me drift around the corner, .45 on your son
Sneaking up to where you stay
In your room is where you pray
Urso kicking down your door, the .38 is what I spray

I can never feel emotion
Can't tell if I'm fucking broken
Deject get the strap, get loaded
Mother fucker gen unloading
Im the big boss, been
I'm the wolf, sheep skin
Talking out your neck again
Catch a fist to your chin

Red dot on your face, bitch
Boutta make a lane switch
Leave your body in a ditch
Red dot give you LASIK
Fell in love, narcotics
Goth bitch, Margot Robbie
Coming strapped in the lobby
New bitch, different hobby

I don't fuck around
He don't fuck around
Thousand rounds finna lay you down
Put you in the ground
Bullets bounce
No one hear a sound
No one come around
Smoking loud
Hit that mother fucker with my pistol make the devil proud