Yuh - Remastered

Run up on my block
You get shot like a fucking op
At the Gucci store

Run up on my block
You get shot like a fucking op
At the Gucci store, found a belt
Yeah, I just might cop
You fuck with my crew
They gon' hit you with a couple Glocks
I be wearing Louis
Got them rocks on my fucking clock
You know Yung Nosebleed
When I pull up to your street, yuh
Pull up to the cut
And I'm packing all this fucking heat
You a fucking bitch
Talking shit on a fucking tweet
I be in the trap with my gang
And we getting tweaked

I be with my crew
Doing what we do
I got all the clout, yuh
Who the fuck is you
Can't fuck with no lames
Red dot with the aim
Better watch your tone
When you speak upon my name
Fiji on my wrist
Watch it when it drip
Draco in my grip
With extendo 30 clip
Whip it in a foreign
You know I be flooring
Me and my gang soaring
Staying up until the morning

Run up on my block
You get shot like a fucking op
At the Gucci store, found a belt
Yeah, I just might cop
You fuck with my crew
They gon' hit you with a couple Glocks
I be wearing Louis
Got them rocks on my fucking clock
You know Yung Nosebleed
When I pull up to your street, yuh
Pull up to the cut
And I'm packing all this fucking heat
You a fucking bitch
Talking shit on a fucking tweet
I be in the trap with my gang
And we getting tweaked

Shout out homie, Asis
We don't know what this place is
Drink it straight, no chasing
I don't know what they saying
I don't know why I'm pacing, scoop
One of a kind, no replacing
Watch the way that I'm faded
Whip it in the kitchen, in the cut
No baking