Fell in love with the wood on the Drac

I'm finna cook 'em like a steak

Shawty a rat—

Fell in love with the wood on the Drac

I'm finna cook 'em like a steak

Shawty a rat— (D-D-DJ Phat)

Fell in love with the wood on the Drac

I'm finna cook 'em like a steak

Shawty a rat ass ****, talk to the jakes

I heard he telling state-to-state (Huh, bitch)

We'll stomp a fuck ****, ain't talkin' no brake

Give a fuck what you made, I made that in a day

We beat the block up then we head back to Crystal Lake

Slit my throat before I talk to the jakes

DJ PHAT, fuck these **** up

(2wo2imes couldn't give a damn)

Huh, grah

Baby Life (Brrt, go)

Mm, hundred round in that Glock, these **** get run up (Gang, grrah, grrah)

(Huh, grrah-grrah)

EBG Band Gang goin' for none' (This is a DJ Phat exclusive)

Ain't reloading the clip, this a fifty-round drum

Don't even walk in the trap, boy, yo' ass might be done

Got that stick in my bag, that bitch feel like a ton

When I walk through that flame, man, that shit ain't no fun

We got AR-15s, give a fuck bout yo' gun

Better get off that block 'fore y'all **** get spun

Put one in the head 'cause she know that I'm not the one (Gang, gang)

Lil' buddy, don't pop yo' gun

Y'all act like y'all fuck **** shot for some'

EBG Gang stuck to the money like gum

Most of these **** got popped, so I'm seeing redrum (Huh, gang)

Heard that lil' buddy got jumped (Huh)

I mean, most of these **** got stomped out

Don't hit my block 'cause you don't know 'bout yo' where-a-bouts

Stick in the cars, it's bigger than elephant snouts

And I gotta find my way out

'Cause these **** be watching me (Yeah)

Man, I put the fire where my pocket be

Nothing about me counterfeit, that's honesty

**** ain't got that pistol, how they shot at me?

And I just might hit the bitch and I mean probably

Man, I'm on the fucking Eastside where the shottas be

Turn my phone off, why the fuck is you calling me? (Gang)

This that trap life, we pull them fuck yoppas out on sight

And we catching fuck **** we don't like

Give a fuck who you is, man, I'll pull a strap out on a dyke (Huh)

Give a fuck 'bout yo' rights

We'll pop a **** right at night

Do a **** broad day, I'll find out where the **** stay

Fell in love with the wood on the Drac

I'm finna cook 'em like a steak

Shawty a rat ass ****, talk to the jakes

I heard he telling state-to-state (Huh)

We'll stomp a fuck ****, ain't talkin' no brake

Give a fuck what you made, I made that in a day

We beat the block up then we head back to Crystal Lake

Slit my throat before I talk to the jakes (Gang)

4CH, dropping rakes

Ain't no pocket watchin' 'cause we get to much cake

I done cop a ****, **** tried to flank us

Man, this ain't no rap beef, I'll shoot yo' tour bus up (Huh)

Gotta believe that Baby Life don't give a fuck

That's the only way y'all both won't be dust

Lil' buddy got heart, but don't got no guts

Told lil' baby, "Come over, let's fuck"

I want yo' mouth, ho, I want yo' tongue

Man, I got them young **** going dumb

Don't come to my side, ****, it ain't fun over here

**** get spun over here, **** get shot 'round here

We don't got no cops 'round here

You fight for yourself or get dropped over there

Pass that bitch to the gang, why the fuck would I care? (Yeah)

Fuck ****, why the fuck would you dare?

Let them shots fly, ain't nobody getting spared

This a Glock 9, ain't got no time for no jail

'Cause if I pull the shotty out then that boy catch a shell

I don't take Ls, how the fuck can I fail?

And I hate cops 'cause they hate how I smell

Biscotti in the wood, the shit you can sail

Man, I got these young **** raising hell

Hell nah, ain't scared of no jail

All white Glock, now his ass feel pale

You don't got no chips so yo' ass might be stale

You know me and 2wo2imes going dumb

And you know I'm gon' add attachments on that gun

And I'm throwing up big Bs, they must be stunned

Don't come 'round that way, ****, you get hung

(Grah, grah)

Baby Life, come 'round that way ****, don't come round here

**** get— **** get gunned 'round here