Verse 1:
Bitch we run them sticks 
You aint hitting no licks
We selling all the bricks
Dwelling on shooting up the six
Executing them c’s
Now i’m looting their block
Now that aint a shock
We shooting like we in maroc
Like a nighthawk bitch
She moaning like she a motherfucking peacock
Because im owning the zone
All my ops dead let it be known
My glock 40 boutta snap your jawbone
Ima kidnap that bitch lemme slap dat shit
Throwing a jab out you getting knocked out
My homie on the lookout your whole set burned out
He gonna check out my mac made him bleed out
Them fools freed out lemme get my weed out
My set rules we stole from the jewel
Now he all shook sitting in the mud
Now you sitting in the flood
In a pool of your own blood

Verse 2:
Best not run up to me
Bitch i keep a fucking tooly
might just call up homie foolish
catch ten bodies yea i do this

i got narcs
im breakin hearts
my shooters violent bitch they sharks

Push yo head to the dirt
ima get you fucking hurt
take yo bitch i insert
while you watching, per-vert

bitch im in my zone
scarface bitch im al capone
disrespect i dont condone
he tryna be be me he a clone
they tryna track my fucking phone
dont hit my line bitch make it known

Foolishmane

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