1800-GRASSWAYS

[Chorus: Duvy]
Boy got zipped, whole lot of shots, he couldn't duck
When I send blood'nem on some hits, you know it's up
I can't have my dawg security, I love the guns
Tried to come back 'round, we took your stick, my nigga, that's what it was
Yeah, I ain't ran out of funds, nigga, I ran it up (Ran it up)
Nigga tried to blame me, he was in his feelings 'cause he ain't makin' nothin'
Yeah, better get you a gun
Lot of run down shit, tryna give 'em slugs (Fire)
Went from piles in the trap to hoppin' the rides, we fiend for blood, for real

[Verse 1: Duvy]
You lucky, if you wasn't from my block, would've been a opp (A opp)
All my bloodas got real cash, more than fifty bands on Glocks
Probably why I hate the streets, it's 'cause I hate cops
They can't stay up out my mentions, probably mad I made a lot
It ain't 'bout money, for free, still'a drill boy
It was pullin' up big bodies 'til it stop
In so deep, we spank niggas
Don't ever try bring me around your ho's
That's how that boy got fried (Got fried)
Some need face shots, stuck on the corner (Face shot)
Yeah, pussy on life support (Yeah)
Hope my brother walk out the court (That court)
Yeah, back to back court dates, it's hot
Puttin' racks up for a lawyer (For a lawyer)
Bangin' that shit he didn't mean, it cut his life short
Like to smoke YB when I'm on the block
And we smoke Lil D when I'm in the car
Sunday to Sunday, we up all night
Touchin' real numbers, I feel like rappin' my prize
Tend to crash out, be on fuck shit
Huh, like, be like that

[Chorus: Duvy]
Boy got zipped, whole lot of shots, he couldn't duck
When I send blood'nem on some hits, you know it's up
I can't have my dawg security, I love the guns
Tried to come back 'round, we took your stick, my nigga, that's what it was
Yeah, I ain't ran out of funds, nigga, I ran it up (I ran it up)
Nigga tried to blame me, he was in his feelings 'cause he ain't makin' nothin'
Yeah, better get you a gun
Lot of run down shit, tryna give 'em slugs (Fire)
Went from piles in the trap to hoppin' the rides, we fiend for blood, for real

[Verse 2: Haji Basto]
Send 'em Basto's on some shit
You know it's going down
When they identify him by his dentals, you know it's the Townz (Townz)
Give a fuck about two lanes, we still DT bound (Still DT bound)
And I still pop out with my walalo, two niggas, but we got hundred rounds (Two niggas, but we got hundred rounds)
They poppin' pills just to drill, these niggas don't know how to spill (These niggas don't know how to drill)
Talkin' 'bout crash out gang, they jump in the car, they cannot control the wheel (Cannot control the wheel)
Signed to the streets like Durk
Bury my bro in the dirt
But my heart is almost healed
Gon' catch one with a steel (Grrt)
They talk on my name for clout (They do)
You know why they runnin' they mouth? (Fosho)
It's 'cause of the view, the amount (The view)
The fans done figured it out
Pick up Runtz, hit the Courtz, let's slide
TSN, chain glistenin', watch me courtside (Bling)
Butterfly doors, suicide
Box him in, he did suicides (Suicides)
Jump out the gaari
I'm suitin' up, drippy like LG
I don't care 'cause they know it's me
Basto flow, I switch it rapidly (I switch it rapidly)
Seen a flicker when I jump out the V, tsss (Grrt)
And I'm active in these streets (Grrt)
And they dead guys been viral ever since my release

[Outro: Haji Basto]
Grrt, grrah