9/11 (CRASHOUT)

I got a perk and a charm and I got a glock I feel like Lil Uzi cuz I'm just tryna run with Guap Tell us somebody, I was in the back smokin' on cloud nine OG in the woods, yeah we gettin' so fried AP on my wrist, I can't even tell the time Ayy, we finna crash out, finna burn out like it's 9-11 Ayy, we finna cash out, finna spend it all on a Mac 11 I got a chopper and a Glocky, it'll send you to heaven I got extenoclips when I ride around in a 9-11 Walk down on me, I got choppers and we shoot them at your bae I ain't never gonna stop, no, I don't care what you say If you test me, I got guns and we gon' let the choppers spray Pull up on this block, we meet that boy and we gon' let him hurt He's already off the pills, he overdosed, he layin' in a hearse Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy We pull up on this block and make his block look like the bloods were there The walls, it look like B-ray movies, tomatoes are everywhere I feel like I am Crip cuz I got blue, my diamonds everywhere Yeah I'm up on your block, I got a Glock and I'ma let it off I've been around your whole gang and I know damn well that your shit is soft I'ma f*ck it on your hoe, she suck my dick until my dick is soft Told that boy be quiet cuz you sneakin' and he fuckin' coughed Cough, cough, cough, cough, bitch, I fuckin' cough I just took Adots Lil' Ho, I made her come and jerk me off Smoke that hard pack every day, you know I fuckin' smoke and rub Niggas claim they gang but they don't know your lil' ass at all Niggas said I'm broke so I took that shit and laughed it off Come here, pass the ball, bored as f*ck off of Adderall You told a real joke, she ain't laugh at all L rizz, nigga, kill yourself Claiming these kills, ain't did it yourself Made it out the hood, we did it ourselves Back in the trenches, I lived alone Nigga was broke, ain't have no phone He passed a rock, I got some bread Your bitch a thot, she gave us head Opps told me to quit while I'm ahead This shit too easy, I rap in bed Talk down on gang, your ass is dead No, we not cool, you talk to feds Talk down to me, then you will sped I keep a pistol, so keep some lead Aye, you flexing your new chain on the gram I'll get it taken They say I'm cooking, these niggas Know, I'm cooking bacon I don't even try I got these hoes and money rake in Don't try to touch me on my gang We know that you be faking Try to talk shit bout my niggas But we ballin' like the Lakers Tryna flex on your new hoe But you know that I'm finna take her He be saying he a child of God I gotta send him to his maker Yeah, I got a hoe around the world My last is from Jamaica And I gotta keep my mama safe I'll kill you, no hesitation He said, please don't kill me If you do, you're giving in to temptation So I made it conscious thought I then said, well, then I'm gonna shoot you, then Shoot you, then Shoot you, then