Exotics (feat. Lil Scoom89)

(S-S-S-S-3)

(Dodo, what's the word?)

Brrt, baow-baow

Draco kickbox, will knock a nigga right out his socks

Give him thirteen shots out the Glock, free hot

Can't stop, won't stop, 'til I see a nigga drop

Caught him and his man's, sent they ass up top

Niggas scared to get up close, tryna shoot from down the block

Rest in piss, fuck all my opps

High-speed, too fast, won't catch this car (No)

SnitchK, niggas work with the cops

Gen5, this a brand new Glock

Fully-auto on the back, leave yo' ass in a box (Brr, brr)

If you tweakin, send yo' ass up top

All my old friends turned to my opps

Chase niggas all down they block

Won't let a nigga take me out my spot

So much damn pressure, they wishin' it'll stop

He a bitch, he a ho, never caught no body

Two hands plus more tryna count my bodies

Shoot a nigga in his face, tryna act like he Rocky

Boot up off a X and then a pink Roxy

Red light mean go, ain't shit gon' stop me (No)

Step back, then blow, James Harden with the Rockets (Brrt)

Heard his name was Za, smoke his ass like exotics

Still do it for the trenches, still a post on Cottage

Pop out broad day, give a fuck who watching

On my way back to Lids, finna go hat shoppin'

(Brrah), We all got Glocks, one had died but all got shot (Grrt)

I scratch off, I can't get boxed, gon'

Blow my gun, it ain't my opps

(Gon' blow my gun)

Face shot from Drac', the switch had ate him up

DOA, he left on Fox (He left on Fox)

I kicked that bitch right to the curb, she asked me

"Why?" she can't suck cock

For that bag, his ass got dropped

Was trollin' on live, his ass got cropped

Bail out with switch, Lil Jeff got chop

Real headshot gang, we tap on tops

Free G-Shaq up out that cell, SRT, straight, he treat the cops

And I know foenem got my back, blood spill to 'Raq if I get locked

Say I'm her boo, bitch, no, I'm not

Blow my pipe, we ain't gon' box

This ARP knock off shoes and socks, yeah

We the type to put shit on Spot

Call my phone 'cause I ain't textin'

Back, then text me, bitch, you blocked

We can pull up to your crib and come right in and ain't gon' knock

Duck, duck, goose, we lookin' for heads to tag

We catch him, his ass done

I got new opps, I don't even know they ass, but auntie in my lungs

Too many beams, we playin' laser tag

Switch too fast, that boy couldn't run

He can't come around the block, if they send shots, his ass gon' run