Fiberoptics

[Intro: Vince Staples]

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]

I spend a extra hundred on it 'cause it's fresh out the box

I bought a spot around the corner just to flex on the opps

Yeah, RIP to Dorner, wishing death on the cops

They treat my melanin like something you need medicine for

See, I was born off Artesia, probably die on that bitch

Forty-five with a stick, forty-five fucking kids

So I ain't following no leader, fuck a flag, I got my own

Wrap it 'round my face, I wrap my hand around the chrome

Semi-automatic fire by the AutoZone

Dropping shells with him [?], I swear they'll never fold

Never been no nigga from the block who ever told

Catch a opp, it's fiber optics, watch how quick it load

[Interlude: Boldy James]

Where we at?

[Verse 2: Boldy James]

Had a Bren and a Browning, big MG 42

Mag in the Maxim, Hotchkiss and a Schwarzlose

1931, AK from Finland

7.92 bullets, three millimeters bigger

AS70 by 90 Beretta, brazen

Theodor Bergman in the bezel

Legs on the M37, never the lesser

The Breda .38 come with a shell catcher and a compressor

HK21 kept 'em big cans

DS-39 with the kickstand

FN Minimi, M25

Fear the party from Argentina, 7.65

Springfield, fuck around

.30-06 sendin' niggas back to Dreamville

Salvator-Dormus for whoever gon' retaliate

MAC-58 look like it fell off of a battle tank

Where we at?

[Interlude: Vince Staples]

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

[Verse 3: Vince Staples]

Fucked up the streets, down the streets and around the corners

Made it out the streets, not the beef, no, it's never over

Left Ramona streets, tryna breathe, now we in a coma

Police pull me over, he just tryna meet the quota

He ain't even tryna search for real, he would've found the blower

Niggas out hear get that hurt for real, ain't no more from the shoulder

Save that for the county jail, we hit the pen', we playing Pokémon

I ain't gotta press it when you know the line, we never been the deepest (Nah)

But they feel the pressure when we beefin' (Dead homies)

If they say they two Nk somebody rest-in-peacein'

Name a hood, we trippin' on that, we ain't got no killing zone (Name one)

Every time we ever did our shit, we did 'em wrong

Tryna send 'em home, they only with the shit in songs (Studios)

Lil' nigga skin and bones, if I get hit I'm gone (Yeah)

So in the words of Lil' ½

I'm hittin' hard and fast, Cherry Ave (Yeah)

Norf