"Sms" lyrics

Yeah, yeah

Hit me, SMS
Shoot his head, SOS
Ball hog shit, fuck yo' set
Big-ass truck, TRX
Big-ass gun, shit so fed
ARP, this shit so big (What the fuck?)
Niggas exed me out, still don't know what I did
My twin crazy, he might go and shoot your kid
Like I'm stressed, grab my cig (Uh-huh)
I'm fin' dip, get off the grid (Uh-huh)

Don't try to hide, we gon' find you
Put that .308 inside you (Yeah, yeah)
You can't hoop, Ball Hogs could guide you
You can't run, twin right behind you
ARP, let it crank
I done fell in love with drank
Hi-Tech, I sip Wock' and red
When I'm geeked, swing my dreads
OD pills, we do meds
He not real, that boy fled
I'm like, "What the fuck you said?" I'm like, "What the fuck?" (I'm like, "What?")
They switched up on me like what? I can't give no fuck, huh (Give no fuck)
Twin thirties come in clutch, we might fuck you up (Might fuck you up)
We tryna walk that lil' boy down, leave his pants on the ground
Put a shock over the stick, now that shit can't make no sound
She like, "faces, why you late?" Bitch, I was counting cake
You better watch what the fuck you say, I might just eat yo' face
My twin come through with them drums, bustin' shit like 808s
All I wanna do is get high all day
Put that dot on you (Oh yeah), you gon' run away (Get high all day)
Niggas switched up on me (Oh yeah), but that's okay, yeah (Like what?)
Folding stock on the damn .308, yeah (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Hit my phone, you got that drop, we push up quick today (Push up quick)

Hit me, SMS
Shoot his head, SOS
Ball hog shit, fuck yo' set
Big-ass truck, TRX
Big-ass gun, shit so fed
ARP, this shit so big (Shit so big)
Niggas exed me out, still don't know what I did (Uh-huh)
My twin crazy, he might go and shoot your kid (Uh-huh)
Like I'm stressed, grab my cig
I'm fin' dip, get off the grid (Uh-huh)