(FBeat go crazy)

Ayy, ayy, FBeat go crazy, huh

Back Flexin, ****

We ain't come to play, we came to stay, you hear me?

(FBeat producin' all the heat)

I don't want the bitch, ****, you can keep her (Bop)

That thooter bop bitch, she a fucking tweaker (Bitch)

Hit that bitch one night, it was nice to meet her (Huh)

I'll turn a meet and greet to a meet and skeeter (Ooh)

I'm a bad bitch fucker, you a meat beater (He a meat beater)

Huh, it couldn't beat me (****, never)

I be doing all the shit you see on TV (See on TV)

20K for a verse, I ain't doing any freebies (Ain't no freebies)

I don't like the way these **** move (Watch 'em)

Brodie clutching on that pistol, any sudden movement (Finna pop 'em)

Could be your last, so don't slip, **** (So don't slip, ****)

We just brought the poles to the party, then we strip ****, flip **** (Brrt)

If it come down to it, but I'm just saying though (I'm just saying though)

Out here playin' hella crazy ain't the way to go (It ain't the way to go)

You know I'm takin' major risks for that paper roll (For that paper roll)

We'll slime a **** out, you get to saying, "No" (**** real slimy)

Yeah, this rap shit cool, but I like fast money (On my mama)

****, you ain't really shit but a crash dummy (Crash out)

Every **** that you see me 'round, they gon' blast for me (They gon' blast for me)

Put your homie on the news, it wasn't that funny (Ha)

Ridin' in that double R with an Audemars (Skrrt)

Free the homie, level four, selling black tar (Heroin)

Say she love the way I hit it, yeah, that part (Yeah, that part)

Thought this shit was fun and games 'til that MAC sparked ('Til that MAC sparked)

Ridin' in that double R with an Audemars (With an Audemars)

All that beefing on the 'Gram, we can go to war (What you doin', ****?)

What the fuck these **** doing? I don't even know (Ayy, ayy)

If you see us creepin' on 'em, then we need a soul (Buh, buh)

****, any last words before that chop pop? (Before that chop pop)

When we catch an opp out, we sending pop shots (Buh, buh)

That 41 bust down, not no stopwatch

You know I keep a fully for them bullies, make it— Ah, ah

You hear that— then I'm— frrt, on it (Baow)

That's what a **** get for playing big homie (Buh, buh)

Yeah, I pull my own stunts and my own skits (My own skits)

Always tryna fuck my ho, get your own bitch (Get your own bitch)

Copying the next ****, you ain't on shit (Uh)

I got Nina Ross, F&N, and a four-fifth (Got that four-fifth)

Play with me, I'll get it crackin' like a glow stick (Get it crackin')

****, stop it, all that fake politickin' get you gone quick (Get you outta here)

Me, I'm a niggity

You, you a bliggity (He a bliggity)

Better watch your back, you know friends turn to enemies

Three-five in the 'Wood, boy, I'm smoking like a chimney (****, smoke)

Glock 17, the clip longer than a centipede (Brrt)

Ridin' in that double R with an Audemars (Skrrt)

Free the homie, level four, selling black tar (Sellin' black tar)

Say she love the way I hit it, yeah, that part (Yeah, that part)

Thought this shit was fun and games 'til that MAC sparked (Buh, buh)

Ridin' in that double R with an Audemars (****)

All that beefing on the 'Gram, we can go to war (Let's get it crackin')

What the fuck these **** doing? I don't even know (I don't even know)

If you see us creepin' on 'em, then we need a soul (Buh, buh)

(FBeat go crazy)

Huh, Back Flexin, y'all know what's goin' on

Stop playing like I ain't that **** in the city, on my mama though

****, this my year

(FBeat producing all the heat)