STK

[Chorus]

You ever seen a Mac go brrr-brrr (Tshh)

That’s a terrorist charge if nicked

Hand ting goes like bap-bap

But brrr-brrr when I flip that switch

Countless opps been caught and pinged

They stepped to The Fern, they’re just talkin' shit

I already said before when I die

I’ma leave with the corn and waps to my kids (Tshh, tshh)

I shoot to kill, I try my best

Two black bells, ling them, show 'em 'bout sense

I thrive on drills, all I know is lead

I got 5 on the .3 and an extra 10 (Tshh, tshh, tshh)

I got shotgun bells in yellow and red

That’s for a .12 gauge and a .410 (Bap, bow)

I made yuck a trend (Yuck, yuck, yuck)

[Verse]

This .32s tampered, welded pin (What the fuck?)

I don’t know who these lil' kids are

Tell my young G, “Point it, my pepperry skin” (Bap, bow)

Do you know what I did with that shotty?

Go ask them man who made them fit (Tshh, tshh, tshh)

I got extra bells for the summer

I doubt they’ll last me, it’s lookin' a myth

I’ll crank that spinner, do you hear it click? (Boi)

Two hands if it’s a distance

Hit it from far like Patrick Schick

Got feds in the rear view, I keep it crisp (Tshh, tshh)

Free all the mandem locked in the bin

*** try circle the block, he’s buzzin'

It was me with the shotty goin' rock like-

(Rock like, rock like, boop, boop, boop)

It was me with the shotty goin' rock like this

I lost loads of cats when I snapped my sim (Tshh, tshh)

We popped my man in zip ties

The gang don’t play when it comes to licks

We do shit tidy and keep it quick

Them man better ready themselves

And leave some breast with their next of kin’s

That shotgun burst and pellets spread (Tshh, tshh)

You still get hit even if I miss

It’s a bag of day cells, drive this whip

Foot on the gas, all you hear is, “Naow!”

Why the fuck would I drive legit?

Still the same when I used to whizz (Tshh, tshh)

No [?] on my bike, I had me a PM tuning kit

Two twin barrels, they look like Twix

I just rock my arm and boop-boi

[Chorus]

You ever seen a Mac go brrr-brrr (Tshh)

That’s a terrorist charge if nicked

Hand ting goes like bap-bap

But brrr-brrr when I flip that switch

Countless opps been caught and pinged

They stepped to The Fern, they’re just talkin' shit

I already said before when I die

I’ma leave with the corn and waps to my kids (Tshh, tshh)

I shoot to kill, I try my best

Two black bells, ling them, show 'em 'bout sense

I thrive on drills, all I know is lead

I got 5 on the .3 and an extra 10 (Tshh, tsh)

I got shotgun bells in yellow and red

That’s for a .12 gauge and a .410 (Bap, bow)

I made yuck a trend (Yuck, yuck, yuck)