Lyrics : London Golston
Music : Cyrus Gomez
On the Northside, nigga, we takin' down opps, nigga, with Nawfside, nigga
Shout out to that boy Cyrus, he prod' this, see what I'm sayin'?
[Chorus: Pradabagshawty]
Striker box
Timberland load up, leh' hit that boy
[?] the drank, we mixin' shit
Bump stop, bit', make a whole lotta noise
Big guns, nah, we ain't playin' wit' toys
Friday the 13th, jumped off the porch with a ski mask, lookin' like Jason
Pour up the Wock' wit' no chaser
Backwoods taste like they laced me
Bricks touched down from Haiti
Freaky lil' bih' wit' a [?] on her tongue
Eat up the dick, til' she go lazy
[Verse 1: Pradabagshawty]
I blocked the bih', tell her, "Cry me a river"
Rockstar trapper, no regular dealer
Rockstar trapper, no regular dealer
Percocet boot up, I feel the adrenaline
I get the [?]
Stick got kick, young nigga still hittin'
Marni, Balenci', whatever I'm feelin'
Renegade, steppin' on anything dissin'
Backdoor, I rock my move like a hitman
[Verse 2: Ealuhri]
Front door, run through that bitch on a jog
Hit your block in a Power Ranger' suit
Preferably the black one, because I'm [?]
.3-double-0 with the duct tape on it
.10-double-0, [?] opponent
Took the coupe on a walk, I got lonely
In the passenger seat is my dawg
In the rear-view-mirror-seat Jake
I'on [?], State Farm
And, the freak ho said I'm in good hands
She do tricks on the dick, like Allstate
Put the dick in her belly, she crash
It's jus' me and my dawg, like Bandicoot
Black gang with a heart, like a PS2
And, the white ho want me to love her forever
Can't do it, my heart is frozen
She got a carrot nose like Olaf
Made the ho cut her hair, like Rapunzel
And, the ho don't got nun' but a ball
But, my pockets still on burger
3 stick, lost 60, Cartoon Network
If you don't get it, that's 63
[?]
We gon' never, ever, gon' check it
[?] pizza
For the door, it's tomato paste
[Chorus: Pradabagshawty]
Striker box
Timberland load up, let's hit that boy
[?] the drank, we mixin' shit
Bump stop, bit', make a whole lotta noise
Big guns, nah, we ain't playin' wit' toys
Friday the 13th, jumped off the porch with a ski mask, lookin' like Jason
Pour up the Wock' wit' no chaser
Backwoods taste like they laced me
Bricks touched down from Haiti
Freaky lil' bih' wit' a [?] on her tongue
Eat up the dick, til' she go lazy