Make A Mess

[Intro]
Grrah, grrah
Try to run up, and you know we make a mess
Grraow, grraow, bang
(Hardheaded, baby)
(Yo Lucas, you heard?)

[Chorus]
Not gon' lie
Man, you better be ready to ride
When you up in the streets, man, you better move tact'
If you talk on the guys, you gon' die, real shit
It's lil' Ddot, I'm back on that shit
If you talkin' on Notti, be ready for war
If you talkin' on Edot, get sent to the Lord
Like, grrah, like, grrah

[Verse]
Not gon' lie, I be dripped out
If you talk on the guys, make you shit out
Niggas know I'm the king of my city (Graah, graah)
Put on for my gang, you know we gon' get out (Graah-graah, boom)
And I know that they hate that I'm really fourteen
I'm the youngest in charge, they can't bеat me (Graah)
All these bitchеs, they be on my dick
'Cause they know, a young nigga, he rich (Graah-graah, boom)
Like, step back
Call up Dudey', he throw every shot
Man, they know what we do on that block
All black, ski'd up, put the beam to his top
Like, grrah
Like, grrah
Try to run up, and you know we make a mess
It's lil' Ddot, when you walk up to me, better come correct
All these niggas always rap cappin', that shit makin' me mad
When we pull up to they side, we back that chop, you know we blast

[Chorus]
Not gon' lie
Man, you better be ready to ride
When you up in the streets, man, you better move tact'
If you talk on the guys, you gon' die, real shit
It's lil' Ddot, I'm back on that shit
If you talkin' on Notti, get ready for war
If you talkin' on Edot, get sent to the Lord
Like, grrah, like, grrah

[Outro]
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom