E.4 Grinch Mode

Hey, feeling good (grab the blower) Wanna kill some shit (Yeah, we goin' up with this one) Yeah, fuck a bitch, fuck her man and his click Ain't nobody worried bout them threats you spilled Drop out rappers tryna hide who they is You can lie to the gram, but your name on that list Your homies getting smashed for that shit you did You out in foreign lands tryna hide from the shit I'm in a big body, trying to kill somebody She sent shotgun, like fuck my baby daddy Got custom grills but can't pay no bills Still reaching for a bank, can't get no deal This shit real, give a fuck how you feel Was a savage on the gram, til it got him killed Got a pistol in the bag, that's just how I feel Dry sunshine, he playing music from the 90's Drop a nice bag, just get into that time piece (come on) Lil bitch I'm that guy Stay southern fly, throw my set up in the sky It's a blue bandana and we rep that south side Fuck the enemigos, I'm a shoot til they die You gon' see me rob before I ever apologize I know that it's hard just to keep up with groceries Banging on the gram to your stupid lil fans He ain't getting back all them chains he had Driving up north and he lookin' for his dad 49er fans got 'em acting like a fag Chito shook his ass, and he saying he a rat Gave up the location, so they caught him with the strap Braging bout the numbers, now it's looking like a crash King Lil G had him running from a slap Loving on a stripper, homies nutted on her ass Word is VLoko saying he ain't gon' hold you They ran him out of Whittier, but I guess he support you Tryna flip that switch, but that light gon' stay on you Baby G Face can't help you with some plays But wait, I'm really telling on that case Trying to change his look with that beard on his face You a PC homie, better stay in your place Worry bout his kids, better worry bout them tapes That boy an informant, he think he important Put down that bag, we all know what you snortin Fuck a duce-fiver and all his dead homies (Yeah and all his dead homies) Lil bitch, hey, it's New Pick Big gun, big clip Know what it is dog Fuck all you muthafuckers dog We got our bread bitch Let's go, Mr. Blue Rag Fuck the other side, fuck a duce-five