Spree ft. WEALTHMASTA

Late at night at LA, two gangstas hop out a Escalade.

Enter a bank, then one of 'em pulls out his glock.

Demands all the money from the teller or he's gonna knock.

His ass out, death threatenin' the teller like he an opp.

Yeah, it's midnight, goin' on that crime spree.

That's the uprisin', used to live on the streets.

Or else Imma show him who ain't in his league.

Fights, crimes, bitch I'm tellin' ya, that's basically my life.

Find some fools and take they wallet at night.

And I'll pop him with a AutoMag if he even tries to fight.

'Cause I don't fuck around and they know I'm right.

Came straight from the 'hood, boi, don't play.

Y'all can't stop me, I'm a beast, and I don't give a fuck 'bout what they say.

Any lil' bitch who think they can mess with me gon' pay.

And I do shit my way, anyway.

A couple thugs thought I was some shit to play wit', so I gave 'em a taste of my glock.

They shouldn't try shit anyway 'cause I come from da block.

Walk them streets and knock out some jocks.

And they know I don't fuck around, so they shouldn't even talk.

Late at night at LA, two gangstas hop out a Escalade.

Enter a bank, then one of 'em pulls out his glock.

Demands all the money from the teller or he's gonna knock.

His ass out, death threatenin' the teller like he an opp.

Opps fleeing for their lives when I unload the clip in a rush

And not to mention that I got your bitch all up in a blush

Cause I’m a plug, whether it’s chrome or in the sheets

I unload everything and then I double-click for release

Yeah, I be getting bodies, especially if they get me stiff

Because you know I got em gaspin when I grip and lift

I’m coming with the kill switch, strapped up like we pegging

Put that metal to their head and laugh when they start begging

These fake thugs are so pathetic that it’s kinda depressing

Yo ass don’t got no trophies on ya, homie stop pretending

Cause when it comes the streets, you be sellin like checkouts

These motherfuckers gonna learn when to step in and step out

When you hear that click-clack, get back, cause I’m on the attack

And I got a stash in the dash cause I’m backed for hijacks

I maneuver with Glocks and Rugers strapped to my back

Got a TEC in my vest, and some explosives packed in my sack

Fuck around and find out.