Poofxo - Chase / Grape lyrics

We ain't shooting no bb's
Better pull out that Glock when
You mother fu see me
Channel 4 in my chop, put that bi on TV
Call up gang and we spin on
Yo block like a CD
(had to cut her off cause that
Little bi was too needy)
He say that he at the corner, he not
That ni stupid we call him a bot
We finna swerve on his sh, and
Then wet up his trap
And then after we done he gone need him a mop
I got a ARP hollow tips all in my Glock
Hit that bi in his heart and
You know it's gone stop
He alive we spin again like a mother fu clock
38 in the mag and we aiming for tops
Ni get put in the vid
We ain't doing tok-tok's
Remеmber back in the days
I was selling rеrock

I walked in with a grape
My pockets big ni call me Nate
He want the smoke, ok
Chop got a scope (no-way)
I'm finna blow Ukraine
I break her back ni like I'm Bain
2-3 shots make a ni sang
I'm off the drugs ni I'm insane
Pop me a perc I can feel the pain
He got 2 eyes, I shoot in between
I got a stick, walk with a Cain
He still want the smoke (aim for his brain)
Slide on his block (NOPE, glrrd, dang)