Reticle II
Btch
Mono
Long live my uncle man
Reticle two
Gang gang gang
You can't click with me, if yu ain't got no bucks
Peanut butter seats, Acura RDX ball in this truck
Bet not flick, kus if dey get behind, leave dey ass in da dust
Balling n traffik, ion shake em hop out bounce righ thru da kuts
But I been stacking foe ah minute na
Stacking this sht I might aswell go cop a pendant na
Adding a new rack like back to back like it was tennis na
Can't call this up, cause I ain't close to da finish na
But you gon see me
Changing reticle
Wait
Slapped da holosun on da glock
yu can't ask me who got popped, keep it discreet play ball wit opps
Keep a gun, so if I die just kno I left bucking da Glock
Gotta clutch, one in the head neva kno wen you'll see ah opp
Glock gon buck shell after shell like a song it's on repeat
To bad labra can't get a toe tag kus da hollows ate his feet
Call this arp a grinder turn his ass to taco meat
Call this glizzy shedder don't fw turtles, leave rats deceased
Niggas pockets hurting I can't do shit give em Tylenol
Always dolo niggas grimey, hate im up want me to fall
See da sticker on da back btch dis a scat just watch it crawl
Wake up krack break down da headboard pictures falling off da wall
It's a ugly sight the way dem bullets ate det nigga face
Don't claim it's smoke kus if we catch yu like ah wood yu gon get faced
Chase yu down like it's ah race, take yu out n take first place
N da Lou we love dem speeds, laws flick dey lights n it's ah chase
If it got sport hop n smash off feel like rockets wen dey blast off
Why des niggas trolling me, I won't crash can't take my mask off
Yo la btch happy we fucking, hit from da back knock her lash off
She suck da dick thru my purples, la btch almost ripped da tag off
Tell me some sht yu gotta merch it, yu spread rumors yu ah ho
Wen I eva did some ho sht?, can neva say mono ho
See ah goofy ima blow quick, 1v1 btch ima score
Got ah gun in drop his nuts quick, he ah btch without his pole
This ah 19 it's gen foe, and ion leave the house without it
If yu up yu betta buck, i up, like plants leave yo head sprouted
He ain't got traffik screaming he got motion, I highly doubt
I pop out in put det sht on i b dressing like a salad
Just gimmie my props, hard wit dis sht can't een fake it
Ain't gon fake it, I get anxious wen i buck my hands start shaking
Just like I was sneezing, ima blow da chop like Jamaican
Take det nigga off tha earth with this binary chop start quaking
Gang
Mono
Long live my uncle man
Reticle two
Gang gang gang
You can't click with me, if yu ain't got no bucks
Peanut butter seats, Acura RDX ball in this truck
Bet not flick, kus if dey get behind, leave dey ass in da dust
Balling n traffik, ion shake em hop out bounce righ thru da kuts
But I been stacking foe ah minute na
Stacking this sht I might aswell go cop a pendant na
Adding a new rack like back to back like it was tennis na
Can't call this up, cause I ain't close to da finish na
But you gon see me
Changing reticle
Wait
Slapped da holosun on da glock
yu can't ask me who got popped, keep it discreet play ball wit opps
Keep a gun, so if I die just kno I left bucking da Glock
Gotta clutch, one in the head neva kno wen you'll see ah opp
Glock gon buck shell after shell like a song it's on repeat
To bad labra can't get a toe tag kus da hollows ate his feet
Call this arp a grinder turn his ass to taco meat
Call this glizzy shedder don't fw turtles, leave rats deceased
Niggas pockets hurting I can't do shit give em Tylenol
Always dolo niggas grimey, hate im up want me to fall
See da sticker on da back btch dis a scat just watch it crawl
Wake up krack break down da headboard pictures falling off da wall
It's a ugly sight the way dem bullets ate det nigga face
Don't claim it's smoke kus if we catch yu like ah wood yu gon get faced
Chase yu down like it's ah race, take yu out n take first place
N da Lou we love dem speeds, laws flick dey lights n it's ah chase
If it got sport hop n smash off feel like rockets wen dey blast off
Why des niggas trolling me, I won't crash can't take my mask off
Yo la btch happy we fucking, hit from da back knock her lash off
She suck da dick thru my purples, la btch almost ripped da tag off
Tell me some sht yu gotta merch it, yu spread rumors yu ah ho
Wen I eva did some ho sht?, can neva say mono ho
See ah goofy ima blow quick, 1v1 btch ima score
Got ah gun in drop his nuts quick, he ah btch without his pole
This ah 19 it's gen foe, and ion leave the house without it
If yu up yu betta buck, i up, like plants leave yo head sprouted
He ain't got traffik screaming he got motion, I highly doubt
I pop out in put det sht on i b dressing like a salad
Just gimmie my props, hard wit dis sht can't een fake it
Ain't gon fake it, I get anxious wen i buck my hands start shaking
Just like I was sneezing, ima blow da chop like Jamaican
Take det nigga off tha earth with this binary chop start quaking
Gang
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Writer(s): Armon Stinson
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