This That

Aye

This that wildn out

And causing all this mass hysteria

This that slinging dope all on your block around your area

This that lay you out just like a mattress from the Marriott

If they getting buck you light them up and let the paramedics carry them

**** this that hood shit

That where you from? what’s good shit?

Carpenters at work you know them **** keep that wood grip

Catch a full clip like you **** missed a full vid

Sticks no HashiRama but I wish a

**** would bitch

Teddy bears on polls

This shit is tragic ( Uhh)

This that police sirens blazing off in heavy traffic (Uhh)

This that stay your ass around this porch

Where I can see you

If I catch you hanging around with them hoodlums then I wouldn’t wanna be you , ****

Gangs on blocks another one shot

All before the streets got hot

It’s a shame I couldn’t hang with certain kids on the block because his cousin and his man sold rocks

I was just a kid in the spot

Pokémon on my socks

Knew my place I ain’t really get involved

I was like “naw” they was slinging dope on the block

Wildn out

I was trying to catch them all

Firecracker pops to gunshots it’s cool we knew the difference why you Trippin

**** get to acting chips you know we dipping

Shit was different

We was different

It was tough but that was life

Beef with Ricans I ain’t talking about the Carne with the rice

This that mama praying for you to her knees hurt

This that hoping she won’t have to see you on a T-shirt

This that cops don’t come around my **** they don’t give a fuck

This that click clack bang

Right at yo brain

That’s how they give it up

Gangs on blocks another one shot all before the streets got hot

It’s a shame I couldn’t hang with certain kids on the block because his cousin and his man sold rocks

I was just a kid in the spot Pokémon on my socks knew my place I ain’t really get involved

I was like “naw” they was slinging dope on the block

Wildn out

I was trying to catch them all

And you should know

How it is when im in album mode

I ain’t on my socials

I lost followers

But fuck em tho

Come & box with god

Wanna see how far that

Your punches go

Bitch I come from Buffalo

Where we keep pole

Up under coat, huh

I’m on shit

See me walk in on arrogance (Huh)

**** we speak from experience

(Huh)

Think he Tough

He just Dave the barbarian (What?)

Bro a shooter

I call him Shawn Marion (Okay!?)

Want a check

To go pick up a fisker (Damn)

Vaccination required I’m sicker

If I got her

My boy, you gon miss her (You know that)

Wood all over hands

Like a splinter (That’s nasty)

Hit my plug Like grub hub (Delivery)

He gon pick up

Ain’t gon blast on nobody

You pussy

Afrodisiac, fuck what’s for dinner

You B-Rabbit

See you got the jitters

Send em hopping

Right back to his bitch

She be going like Brandy

You go Mr. whiskers (That’s Crazy)

You up now, but we know

I’ll be bigger

Strip a ****, nobody gon tip him

Pause (Come on)

Harder than a fucking gobstopper

RIP yo cousin, God got em

Give yo bitch a tip, crime-stoppers

This that type of shit,

That’s pure lava (Yeah)

Like a ****

Stole from his mama (Yeah)

And she found out

War with the stars

Bro gun sound like Chewbacca

Alright, pussy, LME