A'ight, hold tight my **** Kyze, yeah (Shocks)
Free Kyze (Tiny Boost)
You soon line road darg (fuck the rest)
We're thinking of you, you get me?
So let's go
Nah, ****, fuck that, what's your face on?
Nah, ****, matter of fact, where's your face gone?
Now your face gone (gone) and the trace spun (spun)
And you're laying bruck back like a gay cunt (back)
Here we go again, Shocks is talking 'bout guns
Couldn't give a shit you prick (you prick), man'll run up in your mum
Said I'm fucking off your rap, but I'm back at it again
Got me sipping on the 'gnac up in Category ten
Yeah, I said it, little prick, gang bang until I sleep
That's the reason that your boss was in the slammer moving weak
True, say that man was bussing so he stutter when he speak
Pecknizzy gang banger, gang bang 'til I decease (you're lying)
From young, I was corrupt, what the fuck did you expect?
Watching Little Ricky get his back blown into his chest (bang)
From a little pickney, fam, I said I'ma be a vet
Only my **** call me Shocks, motherfuckercb call me S (S)
Jump out, toasted up
That's them young **** posted up
MAC-10 will leave 'em soaking up
Leave a **** looking like a roasted nut
Jump out, toasted up
That's them young **** posted up
MAC-10 will leave 'em soaking up
Leave a **** looking like a roasted nut
Move too sick (sick), and I roll around with Shocks (Shocks)
Like he's glued to my hip, my hands glued to the sticks
If I move to your clique, I'll be removing your wig
I'm sucking **** bricks on some hoovering shit
Man will run up in your yard like I move in your crib
Little youts getting gassed 'til I shoot me a kid
When the guns start appearing, **** better start fearing
You'll get sentenced to death, and there ain't no appealing
When I buss off the shotty, that's you and your bruddas body
Ain't no coming back, you can't get your soul copy
I'll be chilling in the 'Nam if you fuckers want me
Big suttin' in my palm, ducking from the squaddy
They want me locked and boxed 'cause I be popping locks
Running up in spots, kicking doors, ****, fuck the locks
Fuck the squad, fam, I'm only tryna off your boss
You're bigging up your chest, I'll blow the words off your top
Jump out, toasted up
That's them young **** posted up
MAC-10 will leave 'em soaking up
Leave a **** looking like a roasted nut
Jump out, toasted up
That's them young **** posted up
MAC-10 will leave 'em soaking up (ai'ight)
Leave a **** looking like a roasted nut (hold tight my ****-)

Writer(s): Nathaniel Thompson & Daniel Collins.