On Point

[Intro]
Brrt
(Hey, fuck you man)
Brrt
Shiesty'd up, I'm in your trenches, fully ducker, it's a problem (Nigga)
(Who do I trust?)
Brrrrt

[Chorus]
Shiesty'd up, I'm in your trenches, fully ducker, it's a problem
Kit, shape, clip with a switch on the Glock it really send hot ones
I'm turnt up, still gonna slide 'cause you know I get the job done
And my youngins still camp in a bush, you don't wanna hit the trap tryna get your own block done

[Verse]
Where you going? You know you can't run
Your wheels get boxed up and aired out with guns
Wanna talk on my name, are you dumb?
Louie bag, guns zipped, how your niggas get bun
Rat boy rat on my dogs, now you slumped
Bitch ass nigga got nosed with his gun
Talking about created this and created that, bitch, we the ones creating packs
I'm so creepy, I walk in my mask
You, you're a hoe and your head will get tapped
Full auto my glitch, tryna slam at a hat
So skinny the bullets go right through the man
Fuck you kid, why you try to move like you tough?
I ain't never heard of you, bitch
Skinny lil 'Mali boy look like a roach
You get stepped on too like a insect quick
Slide, jump up, bun up his skin
I'm a fucked up guy with a compact bid
Lil' shh got blitzed with a knock on the tip
I get live, lil' boy you're a bitch
Park up the wheels where the K boy live
Swap out and we burn up the K boy crib
Just got soft tips so we on it
Try to leave that boy in a ditch
Niggas don't step, I know that rappin' is cap
All of these niggas are bitch
I put the beam to his neck
If he duck from the glizz then I'm probably gon' peel off his wig
Let me just focus my aim, tighten my grip
Both hands when I dump out the clip
And I'm still working my case, caught linking my P.O
You are not safe, niggas still getin' hit
Like I'm trying to see something fly
Bitch nigga step and this bitch ass boy gonna die
I got a fifth gen Glock with a switch on the back, take a clip and I'm trying to go slide
I go like (Hawk tuah), slap to a bitch nigga face 'cause he know he don't ride
And I be tweaking on roads and the knocks on my waist so pressed cause there not on time
Man call me Vip, my skits from the sides
Your main, hoe let me cum on her thighs
Or I'm out my bid or it's me and the guys
Your wheels get flipped, how we come for the rides
They don't even be on the road
This shit nigga say is all live, I hop out and they hide
I'm in your trench right now in a all black fit ski'd up, try to see something die
Man, fuck that, I'm fucking this hoe
Me, I'm a snake, so I come for your throat
Kid, you're a bitch, you don't step for your bros
They call me demon, come for your soul
My, lil' homie camp at your home
I'm so lava, don't talk on the phone
That nigga a bitch, he can't drill on his own
Me, I get the free car, spin it alone

[Chorus]
Shiesty'd up, I'm in your trenches, fully ducker, it's a problem
Kit, shape, clip with a switch on the Glock it really send hot ones
I'm turnt up, still gonna slide 'cause you know I get the job done
And my youngins still camp in a bush, you don't wanna hit the trap tryna get your own block done

[Outro]
I said not a word, it means all lips sealed
And it's all rats dead, how I step, If you say too much you gurked with a steel
No, I don't really give me a fuck if the opp boys hurt, nigga, fuck how they feel
Big Mac, large fries and a coke really all that it took for that nigga to squeal (Brrt)
(Rat boy, rat boy, rat)