Blank Stares

(Yes, Jayco)

(Dmur, you son of a bitch)

See, I got a Glock, you got a Glock, but I'm bumpin' my shit, you **** be rookies

Hit L.A. and I pick up 'bows, only smoke top shelf, we ain't smokin' no Cookies

On a **** block just like the mailman, sun up to sun down, shit get spooky (Shit spooky)

Know I got a big heart for the switches for real, they mix shit up like smoothies (Like smoothies)

Get your four year, she tryna do me

You can't fit in here, bro, it's a two-sweater

I ain't got on shit else but a wife beater

Same **** don't like me be sight seein' (The windows covered)

She crazy, I think she a Pisces

He a cheerleader, brodie his hype man

**** scared of us just like the white van

**** diss, then we send 'em on flight then

ARP got a trigger and sight in

Come to the hood, you gotta sign in (Sign in)

Everyone BD on my end (BD)

Except Fox and them, but them my kin (Brr)

In the 'Raq, cops thirsty, mic in

We scratch off, leave them in light winds (Hmm)

Let's play ball, I don't know how to type, yeah

Just gotta be pretty, I ain't got no type, yeah

I love bloodshed, it's amazin'

Ain't nobody sent shots, no bullets grazed me

Trackhawk'll probably fuck up the baby sleep

We been flippin' ****' blocks from A to Z

Me and my glizzy got ADHD

Fuck a bitch one time, then play sleep

None of my **** broke, we straight, B

Brand-new Glock got a flash, say cheese

I be tryna see why they hate me

But I drive fast cars and fuck they ladies (Vroom)

Brand-new Glock with a box on the back, caught an opp same mornin', turned his ass to gravy

You don't like that I'm winnin', you hatin'

Glad the fuck-ass **** betrayed it (Betrayed it)

This four-nick' leave shit bagel (Bagel)

Police come, on Fred, we skate 'em (Skrrt)

She say I'm skinny, I'll break her

Fuck the law, the rules, we break 'em

Growin' up, I ain't listen to nobody, ain't had no guidance, the rules, we made 'em

I just gave my bro some 'bows, he got 'em off quick like he was skatin'

Made **** deep shovelin' through them 'bows

That switch made **** walk just like bitches

Can't ride in your car, it ain't tinted

Real-deal face, **** want me to die, but I be outside, so, ****, come kill me

And I be dolo, I'll show you the real me

Get off so quick, you would think it was ten of me

Ridin' in strikers, this shit ain't legitimate (Skrrt, skrrt)

Might as well talk like I told 'em to sell the crib

Want me to fall off the top, but I'm still here

Bullshit, yeah, now I see that crystal clear

Boy, your vision equivalent to reindeer's

I don't got a Glock, you get hanged here

I'm a top savage, I don't go through pain, yeah

Glock 23, Chief Keef, bang, yeah

I'm on an opp block, I left stains there (Stains there)

'Fore I popped him, I left blank stares (Bah, bah, bah, bah)