DDoS

[Intro]
-Old head tryna hawk shit down talkin' bout get on that car
I move the pack like a saint, you get sent to Mars
Think you won't get touched, you ain't gon' make shit far
Uh, that nigga died tryna diss
Put five plus five in the Kris Vec clip and I bet on my son I won't miss
And I've just been thumbin' these blues, you would think that I'm rollin' with crips
And these niggas talking with fight words, but I bet they ain't be usin' they fists
If you want a problem, we could get into it, but don't think about your kids
Cause you ain't gon' see em' until they grow up and I hit em' with Wes and Smith

[Verse One]
Uh, that nigga died tryna box
I got a tat for my dead bro, these bitch niggas, tryna say they was locked
Bitch, I was duckin' the feds, had to scratch off G in the case of the lock
I'm tryna do some numbers, I ain't tryna be in a cell like Flock
I'm in that cell like Block, these niggas play too much, get popped
I was down bad on cock, you never looked at the devil, Allah
Niggas gon' heat that block with a Wi-Fi plug, better pray we don't dox
And I got a Glock switched out for a chop, I just got pray it don't lock
Old head tryna hawk shit down talkin' bout get on that car
I move the pack like a saint, you get sent to Mars
Think you won't get touched, you ain't gon' make shit far

[Verse Two]
Uh, that nigga died tryna diss
Put five plus five in the Kris Vec clip and I bet on my son I won't miss
And I just been thumbin' these blues, you would think that I'm rollin' with crips
And these niggas talkin' with fight words, but I bet they ain't be usin' they fists
If you want a problem, we could get into it, but don't think about your kids
Cause you ain't gon' see em' until they grow up and I hit em' with Wes and Smith
These hoes be makin' me mad, these hoes steady talkin' bout dick
These hoes never been checked up, if not, can't suck my dick