WHACKED (feat. Sandman) Video (MV)

Pop, I just hit your top, and you dropped cause you an opp
Who? Yeah, me and you
Huh? You just got shot with the f*cking gun
And we gon' send you to the f*cking sun
I'ma sip some purple out the cup
Slurp it, yeah, I'ma light the blunt
Lighters f*cking purple, and I'm gonna hurt ya, and you know that you gonna go with the flow
Cause you just don't wanna know, you just wanna really go
But, your shoes, yes they glow
Bro, you got the Skechers on, what are you doing
But, you know, you just gotta keep on doing what you do, because you don't really have a f*cking clue
Cause you're wearing your designer Nike shoes, and your designer pants, and your designer jacket
Maybe even a designer hat, and I am gonna say that shit wasn't capped
On my own I stack, all these motherf*cking racks
Pull up on your block, and I'm in the f*cking cat
And I spin up on you, get shot, spin that f*cking back
Hit you in your top, yeah, you just got whacked
I'ma count the stacks, stack up all the racks
And I hit you in your face, in your back
Yes, motherf*cker, you were waiting for the bruising
So you cannot chillax and keep on all that cruising
Cause I got my baseball bat, right attached to my back
Pull up in all black, and I got the sack
And you fumbled that, man, that shit is wack
And that made me laugh, like, ha, ha, ha
Your shit is ass, man, burn that f*cking track
And I popped the perc, and I didn't relapse
I just relaxed, and I hit this gas, cause I'm going smack, of course
And you know I don't trust no whores, bitch, you is a whore