Fleet Farm Extendos

One, two, three, four Ayy, I'm at the Fleet Farm, finna get the Glock extended You see a black GMC, then you know I'm in it Where you stay?, what's your block? Cause I'm tryna spit it I heard he speakin' on the dead, so we finna kill him He ain't even have to snitch, but he still willing Had to hit him in the spine, now he really wheeling Too many stabbed me in the back, I don't even feel it Why would I tell a bitch my feelings? I'm the one who feel em' Aye, baby, why is you fuckin' with these broke niggas? He only tough around you, we took his pole from him He had two best friends, we took both of them He was playin' on the net, so we showed him Aye, Mike Jack moonwalk, I'ma slide on you It get cold in the streets, I'll pull this fire on you Real nigga, I can not hang with lame niggas Better watch out, lil' nigga, cause my aim different I'm at the Fleet Farm, finna get the Glock extended You see a black GMC, then you know I'm in it Where you stay? and what block? Cause I'm tryna spin it I heard he speakin' on the dead, so we finna kill him He ain't even have to snitch, but he still willing Had to hit him in the spine, now he really wheeling Too many stabbed me in the back, I don't even feel it Why would I tell a bitch my feelings? I'm the one who feel em' If I f*ck round' and get into it Baby, are you riding? Trick question, cause you know I'm not fighting Ratchet bitches, man, these hoes don't excite me Goofy hood, nigga, these hoes really like me If you fuckin' broke, niggas, I am not tryna touch it I ain't simpin' on no hoe, do I look like a sucka'? These niggas be sellin' dreams, baby, they con artists Kyrie Irving when ballin', they can't guard me I just got in my mode, don't get me started He clutchin' his gun, nigga, with no opps This nigga guarding his bitch like Paul Blart Holdin' hands with a hoe at Walmart A white boy with the drugs like Ozarks And I'm chillin' with my brother, yeah, you know We in the hood Run up on me, shit, I wish a nigga would Might just put him in a wood Nigga think we playin' till we put him on a sweater Now they sellin' T-shirts, he should've knew better And she wanna f*ck with me, cause she know I get a check I put ice on her neck, then she give me the neck And you know my belly big, so you know I'm heavyweight When I'm fuckin' on a hoe, put her in a figure eight Man, they ask me about some money, never ask about my day I'm stackin' in the crib, and I'm ain't stayin' out the way I'm at the Fleet Farm, finna get the Glock extended You see a black GMC, then you know I'm in it Where you stay?, and what block? Cause I'm tryna spin it I heard he speakin' on the dead, so we finna kill him He ain't even have to snitch, but he still willin' Had to hit him in the spine, I ain't really wheeling Too many stabbed me in the back, I don't even feel it Why would I tell a bitch my feelings? I'm the one who feel em'