(Ay, who made it?)

We grew up 'round Glizzy's, FN's, Five-sevens and Rugers (huh)

Drizzy's, blackouts, TEC's and many Uzis (huh, huh, okay, ay)

I could see everything he ate today, they left him with his stomach out (ha-ha-ha)

The only reason them other **** ain't die, 'cause they ain't poppin' out (real pussy)

We grew up 'round Glizzy's, FN's, Five-sevens and Rugers (huh)

Drizzy's, blackouts, TEC's and many Uzis (huh, okay)

I could see everything he ate today, they left him with his stomach out (ha-ha-ha)

The only reason them other **** ain't die, 'cause they ain't poppin' out

These **** ain't poppin' out, now they on Instagram makin' trillers (ha-ha-ha)

**** ain't never sent a shot, but on Instagram, they are killer (what the fuck?)

**** be hidin' behind a fat bitch, they should've died when it hit her (ha-ha-ha)

Put two holes in one of you ****, leave a **** lookin' like scissors (bow, bow, bow)

This shit like Legos, we knock blocks off and then we skate off

Can't find 'em, fuck it, where is his grandma, gon' pop a skirt off (bow, bow)

Grew up 'round Glizzy's, not no hot dogs, they grill your top off (ha-ha-ha)

I catch a Insta' **** in real life, I make him log off

We grew up 'round Glizzy's, FN's, Five-seven's and Rugers (huh)

Drizzy's, blackouts, TEC's and many Uzis (huh, okay)

I could see everything he ate today, they left him with his stomach out (ha-ha-ha)

The only reason them other **** ain't die, 'cause they ain't poppin' out (yeah, yeah)

We got Draco's, we got Glizzy's with switches to give him hell (bow, bow, bow, bow)

She won't fuck you, 'cause yo' partner and partner gon' kiss and tell

This macaroni hit his noodle, know my shooter give him shells

Make a diss me in your bushes with this shit like wheezy, **** (bitch)

Low-key, I'm big worm, 'cause I pull up 'bout a zipper two (yeah)

Bougie hoe, I bought her Christian Lou's, for her new tennis shoes (Christian Lou's)

You's a bitch for batin', bring my rod, I'm tryna fish with you (let's go fishin')

I've been set on lowes for hours, sour smell like pickle juice (yeah)

We grew up 'round Glizzy's, FN's, Five-seven's and Rugers (huh)

Drizzy's, blackouts, TEC's and many Uzis (huh)

I could see everything he ate today, they left him with his stomach out

The only reason them other **** ain't die, 'cause they ain't poppin' out