Lowkey representing 856 check it
I'm rookie of the year
I wear guns like my belt
Around my waist fully loaded
Never on safety
Because I'm always is trouble
Trying to double my digits
Ya'll irritating
Can't stay in my pivot
We all watch the sixers
And we all push sixes
Got shooters that never miss ya
I'm local man
Come back with that coco man
Straight blam blam
With the gat in hand
Mother f*ckers didn't know
That I weigh grams with hand scales
I come back with the fish scale
Flip it like that
Put it on the block
Flip it like
These mother f*ckers didn't know
I'm all about the raps and gats
And clap you mother f*ckers
Just like that
Yo yo
I get so gutter on the mic
When I control my skills
Too hot up in the studio
Burn up the reels
Put that crack in that vail
With a cocaine smile
Roc valor
Kid got too much style
Hate me now
Niggas still debating how
I came through in the block
On a drop to range
Living the lifestyles
Of the rich and famous
Most niggas is nameless
Cause they aim is off
But I'ma bang clips
Til ya team is gone
Somewhere dead in a box
Or stretched out on a cot
It don't matter
I'm knocking niggas out on the scene
Claim my belt as a victor
And reign supreme
I'm a monster
Cops will find ya
Ass diced up in a seafood platter
From red lobster