(feat. Jay Rock)

[Hook]

I'm a groovy type ^!$$%, rather two-step with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you
Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you

Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
Chilling cool-cool with you
Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you

Chilling cool-cool with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you


[Verse 1]
Groovy ^!$$%, jumped off of the peg
Forced by my third leg

Plead the fifth, no L's, no whips, backyard full of Crips
Barbecues and county blues, this Hoover gangster be the %#@!
It ain't much up on our list, shoot the killer and hit the licks

Get NUT up out the (*##$, gangbanging, $#&@ a clique
Yup, I'm looking for a scrap
See, my cripping done spread around the world

Well, his top be low, his bottom is the reefer

[Bridge]

Looking like the reaper in your driveway
Strays through your living room
Liable to drive-by on a summer day

July 4th will be in June
Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum
The sound of the drum, the sound that crips and bloods know

Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum
The sound that the drums seen


[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Don't make me put a lean to a ^!$$% spleen
Shells through a ^!$$% (bariiing-riing-riiing)
Stop a dream in its tracks beam down

Little boy now, dream little boy, dream
!@&@e go in the pot, arm and hammer body
A$AP.Rocky, want it I could get it

Onion in my pocket like the booty on a midget
Diamond on my rollie teach a ^!$$% how to fridge it
Looking at the time, been winning for a minute

See my neck co-defendant, what's the problem?
Seen the souls long gone before I got them
He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper


[Bridge]


[Hook]

[Bridge]

Tell me more about it in the gutter
Where it started with the cripping
Blue on campus know it happened

Tell me more about it in the gutter
Where it started with the cripping
Then the bloods done got it brackin' (Suwoo!)


[Verse 3: Jay Rock]
I'm just an Eastside ^!$$%

Where them ^!$$%s say "Show you what it be like, ^!$$%"
Roll 'em up, light 'em up like a street light, ^!$$%
Follow me, I can show you what these streets like, ^!$$%

Handle bars, ever swing, guns blow like dusty winds
Spend a band, push his wig back when that revolver spins
Toe tag 'em, false flagging like it's all good

Tell ^!$$%s tee off like Tiger Woods, where you from?
We never heard of ya, walking with the murderers
^!$$%s that'll murder ya, steal you like a burglar

Seen the souls long gone before I got them
He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper


[His & Her Friend Interlude]