(J-J-Jay, you made this?)

Ayo, Ray, what we mixin'?

We in the function, where the hoes? Like, I think I'm ready to go

Bro said he lookin', he don't know, oh, shit, I think they playin' my song

I got a baddie, she at home, wait, why is she callin' my phone?

Sayin' she love me, what you on? Like, I think she givin' the lo'

We in the party, gettin' deady, I'm off the liquor, I'm sippin' on Henny

I see a opp, so I'm ready, he pushin' up, so the mood gettin' heavy

He talkin' jazzy, gettin' hot, like, I'm steady itchin', I'm clutchin' my knock

I told him, "Pop out, come outside", like, I'm tryna see if he ready to die (grrah, grrah-grrah)

He see me clutchin', started runnin', bro, I could tell that he wasn't on nothin'

Chop' named Cosby, bullets touch 'em, pourin' up drink, when he sleep, we gon' rush him

Block gettin' active, causin' havoc, I'm cuttin' up on the chase, we in traffic

Bro said he got it, let him have it, fuck an assist, goin' up for the basket

I'm steady swervin' while he dumpin' (adrenaline rushin', my blood started pumpin')

Nick-nickname Baker, aim for muffins, hollows keep shootin', the way that he gushin'

I hear the sirens gettin' closer, bro said to structure, I gotta be sober

They tryna stop us, pull on over, I hit the gas, I ain't losin' my soldiers

He-he said he clipped him, I believe him, I saw a problem, we had to delete him

Don't call the ambo', he ain't breathin' (bro make it hot on that block any season)

We always throwin', fuck a reason, smokin' on Zion, I pray that I see him

Bro need to roll, that's a float, no, I ain't chilly, my heart gettin' cold (grrah, grrah-grrah)

We in the function, where the hoes? Like, I think I'm ready to go

Bro said he lookin', he don't know, oh, shit, I think they playin' my song

I got a baddie, she at home, wait, why is she callin' my phone?

Sayin' she love me, what you on? Like, I think she givin' the lo'