Treacherous

You wanna play rough? Okay

(Guapp, nigga)

Say hello to my little friend!

Nigga got took down trying to be 'bout it

Nigga, knew you wouldn't last in the trench

Fuck I got hands for? Everything I take, Lil' Lazer ain't asking for shit

Fucked up, upped the fire and you missed

Fast stepper, scratch that boy off the list

57 Joker, I strike with my blick

You better offer it to me I ain't asking for shit

I'm a run and dumper, I can't fuck with no switch

Get out the V, you get put in a ditch

Fast Gang stepping, we finna' be rich

Come out of nowhere and just make you a diss

Come out of nowhere, I'm using my stick

Scratch him off the list, forgot he exist

You ain't do that, all your stories be twist

Work on my targets in the field, I don't miss

Long live June, I still reminisce

CVS, pick you a pill in this bitch

Hot box, we got wheels in this bitch

If you ain't ready to catch you a kill, you a bitch

Zaza blunts, havin' smoke session

Threaten to take down the plug, now he blessing

You spooked in the dead end, and you know this shit reckless

You wearing your jewelry? You wearing your necklace?

Celebrate when I hit licks, I'm flexing

In and out on licks, 12 ain't even catchin' shit

Who the fuck said we ain't wreckin' shit?

Fuck, fuck (Guapp, nigga)

Didn't leave with Lil' Lazer 'cause these niggas be scary

56 Joker leave shit Bloody Mary

Hit me a lick, now I'm sliding through Perry

Blick in my hand, better not try me, I dare you

You got a fire, how these fuck niggas scare you?

Can't even peep me 'cause the window was tinted

Better not let me hold it, better not let me rent it

Fast Gang having shots out

We the ones that got the block hot

Start the lick 'cause you be talking a lot

If you get caught then we popping you out

Jugg some shit, why you capping a lot?

He ain't even mean to steal, he ready to sell it

Smoke too much za, I be needing me a beverage

Blick in my pants, it right by my belly

Boy, you a bitch, you ready to go tell it

Brand new 43x, can't sell it

Better watch your back 'cause this shit get treacherous

Tatted my body, my artists be sketching shit

Fast Gang up on opps, it's a deficit

FaceTime fine shit, I ain't with that texting shit

Come to my hood, nigga, really get next to me

Fill up my clips, let the mag get the best of me

Send me the Cash App, I'll give you the recipe

Take that boy down cause he always be flexing P's

Fuck, fuck

You got a burner, keep it in your face

All these drugs, I can't speed up my pace

First day in the hood, your blunt gettin' laced

Gen5 black, it be matching my race

Skinnies fitted, it look like I skate

Baby Gen5, help me eat up the plate