Make A Mess

Grrah, grrah
(Try to run up and you know we make a mess)
Graah, grrah-bang
(Yo Lucas, ya' heard?)

Not gon' lie, man, you better be ready to ride (Graah-graah, boom)
If you up in the streets, man, you better move tact
If you talk on guys, you gon die (Real shit)
It's lil' Ddot, I'm back on that shit
If you talking on Notti, be ready for war (Graah-graah, boom)
If you talking on Edot, get sent to the lord (Graah)
Like, graah, like, graah

Not gon' lie, I be dripped out
If you talk on the guys, make you shit out
Niggas know I'm the king of my city (Graah, graah)
Put on for my gang, you know we go out (Graah-graah, boom)
And I know that they hate that I'm really 14
I'm the youngest in charge, can't beat me (Graah)
All these bitches, they be on my dick
'Cause they know, yeah, nigga, I'm rich (Graah-graah, boom)
Like, step back
Call up Dudey, he throw every shot
Man, they know what we do on that block
All black, ski'd up, put the beam to his top
Like, grrah, like, grrah (Graah-graah, boom)
Try to run up and you know we make a mess
It's lil' Ddot, when you walk up to me
Better come correct, all these niggas always rap capping
That shit making me mad, when we pull up to they side
We back that chop, you know we blast

Not gon' lie, man, you better be ready to ride (Graah-graah, boom)
If you up in the streets, man, you better move tact (Graah)
If you talk on guys, you gon die (Real shit, graah-graah, boom)
It's lil' Ddot, I'm back on that shit (Graah)
If you talking on Notti, be ready for war (Graah-graah, boom)
If you talking on Edot, get sent to the lord (Graah)
Like, graah, like, graah (Graah-graah, boom)

Graah, graah-graah, boom