One two three four five six seven Love how they move when I pull my weapon Do my lil dance on your block straight steppin' One wrong move send a fuckboy to heaven Imma act a damn fool (Say what?) Imma act a damn fool (Say what?) Imma act a damn fool (Say what?) Imma act a damn fool (Say what?) Cute lil shawty ridin shotty holdin ammo Think I'm finna tap paint her face like Picasso Runtz in my blunt cutthroat like Rambo Said he moving weight but I never seen his bands though Wait, when the fuck did I even ask bro Catch another case, killin wannabe Fantanos Told him it was Runtz, it was mids and he mad now I might fuck around and go snap his shawty back now Flat on the dash, mask on my lap Blunt to my lips with a glock in my hand Shootin out the window hope somebody shoot back Dont smoke gas I just I smoke opp pack Sprayin up your block leave em wet no graffiti Choppa hit his head and turn em off like a tv They dont like me cause im way to raw like sashmi Windows tinted rolling like a phantom you cant see me