You know what the fuck goin' on

We gang-gang, six probably tried all their shit

I just flamed up, somebody dead homie

I ain't gotta talk too much

Mm-mm-mm-mm

I don't want no autotune

He back

Uh, yeah (watch this)

Yeah, uh, uh, uh

Yeah, uh, uh, uh

Yeah, uh, uh, uh

Smokin' on Steve while I record that shit

Yeah, uh, uh, uh

Yeah, uh, uh, uh

Yeah, uh, uh, uh

Duck, you really havin' shit? Yeah

Did you really fuck that **** bitch? Yeah (I did)

Have you ever ran through a hunnit? Yeah (fasho that)

That's a stupid ass question, you lil' dummy, yeah (you know that witcha stupid ass)

I been having shit since 2012, yeah (facts)

And I spend that shit because I never cared, yeah (I never carеd)

Duck, are ya opps really scared? Yеah

They know we got a lot of Glocks, bitch, we so prepared

Yeah (yeah), yeah(yeah), yeah(yeah)

KG with me, he send you upstairs (drr)

Ayy, Dre so fuckin' accurate, he hit ya head (I swear to God)

Ayy, it ain't even Easter but we'll crack a egg (Crack a egg)

We ain't gon' hit ya leg, uh

Bitch, we want ya dead, uh, yeah

Duck you high? Duh, I do meds (drugs)

It's 'bout 4:30 PM and bitch, I'm still in bed, yeah

You ain't talkin' money, I ain't heard none you said

They know I keep that stick with me, lil' bitch, that my third leg (brrt)

Yeah (yeah), yeah(yeah), yeah(yeah), yeah(yeah), yeah(yeah)

That lil' ten bands on me now, I put that on yo' head

If my shooter say he hungry, then he gone get fed (eat)

They say I'm Mr. Disrespectful 'cause I diss, they dead homies (fuck 'em)

They know I keep that bitch on me

I'm never by my lonely

If you don't see him with me no more, he traded on me (I don't need 'em)

I don't need ****, they phony (they pussy)

Ain't no motherfuckin' question if I got it on me (I keep it)

Boy, you a bitch, you ain't do shit when them **** killed yo' homie

If you slid, it wasn't on us you posted pictures only (pussy ass ****)

Yeah (yeah), yeah(yeah), yeah(yeah), yeah(yeah), yeah(yeah)

What you wanna do now? Let's have us a shootout

Pull up to yo' mama house, make mama move out, bitch (Brrt)

Awe, you think you slick? (awe)

**** be talkin' 'bout money like they the only ones havin' that shit (naw)

You keep on mentioning Brick, uh, you will get hit with a stick

My shit sing like Roddy Rich, ooh, you know it's a hit (you know it's a hit)

Yeah (yeah), uh, uh

Yeah (yeah), uh, uh

Yeah (yeah), uh, uh

Yeah (yeah), uh, uh

Yeah (yeah)

It's up, it's stuck (for real)

It's up (for real), it's stuck (for real)

It's up (for real), it's stuck (for real)

It's up (for real), he back (he back)