Agua

[Verse 1: $kid & Sweet T]
Shot the crib up, I left his family in shambles
7.62 bullets will turn his shoes into some sandals
I got thirteen 'bows of crud in the rear quarter panel
And two dirty-ass cans with the rubber bands around the handles
Went to 7-Eleven with your mom and bought her two packs of Camels
Stomped in an opp's teeth in the concrete and scraped off his enamel
It's two Glock 19s, I call 'em "Gretel" and "Hansel"
I'm 'bout to do my opp bad and mount his head on the mantel
Fucking hoes, getting money, that's my scandal
Backdoored the plug so many times, I done ripped off the handlе
I heard your man was talking shit, don't make me makе him an example
.300 Blackout will blow his back out just like a candle
I'm 'bout to use Lisa's card till this bitch says cancel
Threw some hard on the ground and one of my fiends got trampled
You don't even say shit, you just hop on the mic and ramble
Cash in hand is the demand, you can't get no free samples
Just left the motel, I got more tens than Hooters
Caught my opp's little brother and dropped him off of his scooter
You wanna know about the streets? Me and $kid could be your tutors
I got a hundred bags of zooters stuffed inside your bitch's cooter
My bitch stood in the rain to catch the package, she a trooper
I got a big-ass clip in my pocket full of 9mm Luger
AR-556 Ruger, mag' longer than a ruler
I'm waking up to the rooster, fiends coming off the stooper
Acting like you drive a Range? Boy, that's a Mini Cooper
Ran up in my opp's house and shot his ass on the pooper
I'm riding with a hundred oranges, you would think I bang for Hoover
Boy, I really roll with shooters, I ain't talking 'bout no hoopers
You didn't really buy that beat, you threw it on a looper
And what you rapped on it was cap, you an all around booster
I wasn't fucking with the drugs until I ran into them users
You was the man in high school and then you turned into a loser

[Interlude: Danny G]
Shit
Damn, $kid
The fuck's going on, man?
This shit's crazy
Sweet T beats, bitch

[Verse 2: $kid & Sweet T]
Your boyfriend's a burger, I'll serve him gerbers
How he doing all this drug talk but he a nine-to-five worker?
I'll make your bitch quit her job, she don't got to be a server
I'll take her ass down to Ksubi's, now she a certified twerker
Jeffing all damn day, you a certified perper
Sold my fiend a gram of wax for his new terp slurper
I ride around with nickel chrome, you can call me the "Silver Surfer"
They just kicked me out of Top Gun 'cause I smell like Lemon Sherbet