Sins

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Pussy-ass ****

I get up, I get up

This shit hit your car, you car can't move

Racks I spent on tennis shoes

Just to step on that motherfuckin' food

Turbo in my whip, the way that bitch growlin'

Lil' twin want it bad, in your yard crawlin'

Bitin' on my swag, I forgot to trademark it

Come through the cut dodgin' the narcs

Be with your freak, she eatin' corn starch

Bitin' on my cheek, I'm inhalin' 'za

Rich criminal, still breakin' the law

AR in my hood, this bitch a sawed-off

Ain't havin' drip, you got the shit discount

.40 cal, havin' big-boy blick now

I know how to work the scope with my stick now

Every time I push up, I'm lurkin' around

Box you in, you shouldn't have got out of bounds

Drac' spook everybody 'cause the bitch loud

My grams a dub, I'm taxin'

Snuck the blick inside the party, I'm packin'

If it's smoke with one of my opps, then we whack shit

Broke the scale, I had way too many plays

You don't be outside, you don't post on the J

Thirty rip my shoes on the first day

Walked out the cut with a blade

At the end of the day, we link in the hood, what we made?

Internet thuggin', **** be J's

Sold all my weed, we robbin' the play

Bitch cut her lights off

She ready to fuck, I ain't have time to take my ice off

We gon' smoke blunts in the White House

Hood like a maze, shit Wipeout

I be frustrated in traffic, I'm wiggin'

Soon as you first started the race, we finish 'em

Shoot the fire standstill, savin' my energy

And this bitch havin' some range, it's limitless

Fuck **** changin' his name, his images

**** gon' pull out your brain like a scientist

He gon' shake it, I just seen a cop car

Hood lit, swear this shit Worldstar

It's some smoke, that just piss a **** off

Slap you out if my name was in your mouth

Servin' 'za we got, we bring it to your house

Cheddar Bob, shoot a hole through his drawers

Blicked up, I got my gun in the mall

Smokin' this dope, I'm hittin' at the wall

**** be hoes, cheetah-print drawers

You messed up your load, you don't know how to flip

Drank after drank, I don't know how to sip

In traffic, gotta get up with me

Three-five, gotta give me a fifty

A show in your hood, I got to get litty

Come to my hood, they robbin' the tourists

I know I'ma shoot if nobody gon' do it

If it's some smoke, they hide in the 'Wood

Lil'-ass fast car, nose straight as fuck

Crushin' up the ganja, shit gettin' yuck

**** in the past tense, he stuck

Poppin' shit, you see whenever I pull up

Droppin' hot shit like I ate Takis

Sneaky link, every time, I got rocket

Cap like he was in my hood, stop it

Whole city like a GTA lobby

If we see an opp, we run to him

If we see an opp, we run up to him

My lil' partner need a grenade, I throw one

Dripped as fuck, got 30K on the store run

Fuck the ho, pull out her lace, I won't buy one

Flip the clip and everybody fled, they gon' start runnin'

I don't wear Margiela, Stunna wear Balenci'

Rickies drippin', but I'm shoppin' Givenchy

Took a post in my hood, they call your bluff

**** never shot his Glock, it gon' rust

Bitch think she got my love, got my trust

When I first came in, came in

I looked like a fuckin' caveman

This like a missile, my pistol

I'm still runnin' plays, I don't hear the whistle

I know she gon' fuck, so she fuck with my music

It's 2025, you don't listen to my music

You dummy as fuck, you need to wake up

I don't got the smoke, I got drugs in my cup

Lil' bro got the pint, he pour everybody up

**** havin' stripes, he still gettin' beat up

I got a line right now in the two-liter

Pourin' a line right now in the two-liter

Yeah, yeah, yeah