Heat Tucked

I got 30 in my .40, and you know this shit retarded, huh (shout out my nigga Synco) Ha-ha-ha, it's up, it's up, brrt Mask on, we gon' knock him off, I'm off a CashApp I got my strap on me, I'ma drop some guap, I'm off a PayPal Black chrome, metal on the handle, where that kite now? Jakiyah, bring yo' ass home, where you at? I'm tryna lay this pipe down Last long, we gon' up the score and burn the town down Racks on, guns and ammunition in my townhouse Ralph Lauren, Mike Amiri denim hold my four pound Whack somethin', we gon' send some bullets through yo' whole house 7.62 and .556s, we uppin', and no, ain't no missin' Ridin' for my ambition, ballin' on seven sixes Lil' shawty, she got a nigga, I fuck her and call her sister Screamin' out, "Fuck the system", I'm rockin' out with my niggas Sosa we up them pistols, I'm pourin' out lean and liquor J-Jump-Out-Gang we the sickest, these niggas know who official Section 8, they can get it, and anybody who wit' 'em Yesterday with the 50, we hit him all in the temple Ronald Reagan, uh, presidential tint the window, uh Outta state, uh, purple baby in my swisher Roddy Ricch, stick inside the box, we creep then wet 'em up Every day, I be drippin' sauce like on the regular Mask on, we gon' knock him off, I'm off a CashApp I got my strap on me, I'ma drop some guap, I'm off a PayPal Black chrome, metal on the handle, where that kite now? Jakiyah, bring yo' ass home, where you at? I'm tryna lay this pipe down Last long, we gon' up the score and burn the town down Racks on, guns and ammunition in my townhouse Ralph Lauren, Mike Amiri denim hold my four pound Whack somethin', we gon' send some bullets through yo' whole house Just make sure that stick in reach, play with my clique and you deceased 4trey opps 'cause I can free easy 'cause I be mad at hood, either hood be mad at me But if you ever play with hood, we gon' beat you 'til you bleed I put that shit on - and -, we go bangin' from the bleachers Lil' homie know this paper good, he bound to stank ya for a feature Roll up some weed, like, "What up wit' em?" I'm blowin' purple baby reefer Wait, let's get this understood, boy, I'm a murder baby demon Payback, I be sippin' mud, came from the mud Uh, left foot creep, ooh, walkin' with that heater I bought the body from Lul Timm, it's both of ours, rest in pee Magazine and Glocks extension stocks inside my Nina Watch I do my dance, look how I walk, I got that heat tucked Mask on, we gon' knock him off, I'm off a CashApp I got my strap on me, I'ma drop some guap, I'm off a PayPal Black chrome, metal on the handle, where that kite now? Jakiyah, bring yo' ass home, where you at? I'm tryna lay this pipe down Last long, we gon' up the score and burn the town down Racks on, guns and ammunition in my townhouse Ralph Lauren, Mike Amiri denim hold my four pound Whack somethin', we gon' send some bullets through yo' whole house