Search Me Up

I'm in your life
I'ma fuck that shit up
Is that your crib?
I'ma wet that bitch up
Pick up the shells
Nigga I won't get caught
You can't find me
You cannot search me up
So im going crazy
Graow, graow, graow, graow, graow
You cannot find me
Graow, graow, graow, graow, graow

Bitch i'm from the south, got a gun every where I go
Pull up to your crib i'll take everything you fucking own
And I like your clothing but i'll turn them into bullet holes
You can't track me down, every weekend got another phone
You won't find me on the White Page
Keep my fucking ski so these niggas can't lurk
Now the industry looking sideways
Talking too loud get a motherfucka murked

I'm in your life
I'ma fuck that shit up
Is that your crib?
I'ma wet that bitch up
Pick up the shells
Nigga I won't get caught
You can't find me
You cannot search me up
So im going crazy
Graow, graow, graow, graow, graow
You cannot find me
Graow, graow, graow, graow, graow