Modshit

Late night in your

Late night in your hood it gets spooky, I'm creepin'

Late night in your hood it gets spooky, I'm creepin'

Belt to ass, I give 'em a beatin'

If he can't learn, I'm a teach 'em

If I punch in, then I'm bleachin' (what?)

If you punch in, you're not leavin' (nah)

I'll glue his head to the cement

Beat it broad day, I was runnin' through traffic

Cars is crashin', tires are screechin'

People was bleedin', bitches was screamin', bitch, I'm a demon

Watch how I throw up the beam on his face, watch me bend up his nose

And I know that he's mad that I'm fuckin' his hoes

Bro, his bitch is a tweak, put the dick in her throat (ew)

And I got some shit with a beam and a scope

How you gangster? Boy you hide out in your home (what the fuck?)

I'll blow that shit up if I ever get lo' (boom)

I'll blow that shit up since you're not comin' out (boom)

If I catch you, I'm a shoot up your house (bang, bang, bang)

Better watch how you speak, 'cause I'll shoot off your mouth

And I never been rat, don't call me Mickey Mouse

And I never been rat, I'm known for doin' crime (what the fuck?)

Like since fifteen been jumpin' in them rides

If I didn't have a gun, then I'm goin' with my knife

I pop out the cut with Larry or-

Yeah, bro put the beam on his back

Watch him twitch like a bitch, when the bullet hits spine

Yeah, my young niggas be steppin'

The olders to free still free the ones doin' time (yeah)

Yeah, niggas get left on they door mat

Knock on the door like you ordered a fries

(Shit) bullets is combing his hair

Makin' it itch like a nigga had lice

Why the fuck would you diss all of the guys? (What the fuck?)

This shit ain't a game you don't got nine lives

Bitch you don't ride for your guys, 'cause you know me

I'll gladly jump inside the ride

The cros been tellin' me to chill with this rap shit

But I really don't give a fuck (I don't wanna hear that)

If you don't want to jump inside that car, I'll hold my ones (hold my ones)

Yeah if you don't want to drive, I'll do it on feet, nigga just park up

Late night in your hood it gets spooky, I'm creepin'

Belt to ass, I give 'em a beatin'

If he can't learn, I'm a teach 'em (what the fuck?)

If I punch in, then I'm bleachin'

If you punch in, you're not leavin'

I'll glue his head to the cement

Beat it broad day, I was runnin' through traffic

Cars is crashin', tires are screechin'

People was bleedin', bitches was screamin', bitch, I'm a demon

Watch how I throw up the beam on his face, watch me bend up his nose

And I know that he's mad that I'm fuckin' his hoes (the fuck?)

Know his bitch is a tweak, put the dick in her throat (ew)

And I got some shit with a beam and a scope

How you gangster? Boy you hide out in your home (come out)

I'll blow that shit up if I ever get lo'

(Boom, I'll fuckin' blow up your house, kid)

(Fuck outside)

(Fuck is wrong with you guys?)

(Bang, bang)

(The fuck? Rr)