Yuh, he wan' talk onna gang

We gon' put him on his feet

50 ball on his head, we gon' do it in repeat

Got a call and a text, 'bout the bands, imma keep

Yuh, he wan' talk onna gang

We gon' put him on his feet

50 ball on his head, we gon' do it in repeat

Got a call and a text, 'bout the bands, imma keep

You think that you tuff, on the net, but won't talk IRL

Feel like Michael Jordan to these people, better get some help

Run up in yo city with a Glock, and a belt

Yeah, I'm going perfect everyday, I feel like Tony Snell

Actually, I'm not perfect, 'cause the perfect one is Jesus Christ

I've been going dumb, like on this beat, I'd do it a hundred times

I feel like Chris Paul, the way I'm passin', throwing a hundred dimes

Lettin' y'all talk, is like commitin' a hundred crimes

I feel like I'm Kyrie, how I'm cooking that Indian food

Shoot like Indian food (Curry)

Put that lil boy on the news, huh

I feel like dame, it's bombs away

Put that lil boy in the sky, in his place

He wanna talk, pull out 223s, and them ARPs make him fly away (boom)

Run up in yo city with a .9, huh, and we repeat, yeah

Pull up on yo block with that .45, huh, RIP, yuh (RIP)

Yuh, he wan' talk onna gang

We gon' put him on his feet

50 ball on his head, we gon' do it in repeat

Got a call and a text, 'bout the bands, imma keep

Yuh, he wan' talk onna gang

We gon' put him on his feet

50 ball on his head, we gon' do it in repeat

Got a call and a text, 'bout the bands, imma keep