Don’t Shoot

Hands up, like I came through with the blicky with me
Buckle up, it's gon' get a little tricky with me
I just came to get this bitch to pop and do it in a jiffy
Make a mess, you have to mop it, getting sticky with me
Everybody play it safe, we be going live
Ain't nobody really like your tape, I know it's contrived
Boy the realest just arrived, but we came in here to party
Don't you step outside the line, we might have to catch a body
All these lame dudes owe us
Cause when they wanna go up
They watching how we roll up
But you could never blow up
Hanging on to my wave, if you ain't walking ten toes
Not the yin to my yang
No twinning better get low
Boys from the east side getting looks
Hexclad, we slide, all you boys getting cooked
Watch me put them all up in the pot
Then throwing them up in the wok
Deep fried by the time we make it to the drop

Uh, Hands high like a stick up
These fake D boys need to go and put the brick up
They been giving decoys, sorry for the hiccup
Please, everybody put the stick up

Clout chasing get you caught up in some bullshit
Shoot your shot at getting hot, you emptying a full clip
All these clowns be for sale
Swinging the Parazzi while they trying to catch quail
They gon' catch hell
Podcast mics got them talking to the cops
Bruh they down so bad, they really they own opps
Shit is looking like a horror
All I see is disorder
Who the next to go Plaxico or Latin Quarter
Gotta get you a gun charge
All for the love of y'all trying to look dumb hard
Whole country looking like it's some sort of junkyard
They been banning books, but won't tighten them gun laws
This shit is ghetto
War pigs distribute the heavy metal
All of these poor kids maneuver by the Geppetto
Pulling strings, I'ma put you on to game
Loading clips of fuck shit, they gon' aim it at your brain