You fuck **** know what it is man, we droppin' that fye, on you fuck ****, man

We takin' on the motherfuckin' streets, 400 blocks, shit, pussy ****, that part

Aye, dumbass ****

Got away, black tints, black cars, posted in the back

Foreign bop, loaded Glock, I can't never lack

Lose the car, if you hit a lick, can't run it back

Ok shorty, I can't trust no bitch, how you do that?

Fuck the fame, I'ma kill a bitch if he talk lame

I'ma flood the shit, don't sweat the shit, aye run it back

If I'm in your hood, it's to see who bitch, aye run it back (Wooh)

Pistols have 'em running like a fucking running back (Aye)

Run it back, run it - run it back, where he at?

Heard that he was gon' bump it, where they place ?

Took that fuck **** for his sack, laid him flat

Pussy tried to cap, check his motherfuckin' stats

Ain't shit changed but the ring on my

Middle fuckin' finger, I'll bling on 'em (Blaow, blaow)

Heard he sneak dissin' on my team, I'ma aye

Hit him from a distance, that beam on him (Wooh)

Fool me, you try me, you'll lose your hop-scotch (Ooh)

My OG told me don't trust THOTS or fuck-boys (Ugh)

Bloody knife in my holster, I behead guys, ooh (Aye)

Cut an opp, not no Pokémon, want dead guys

I don't sleep, I rest with my knife at bed-time (Ugh) (Hey!)

(Hey!) (Hey!)