(I love you, Ryo)

You got an issue, be 'bout that

I'm on hundred with my 30, ****, **** better shoot back

Your ass dissin', better clap back

That lil'-ass gun, boy, that shit whack

Go grab my gun, bring it right back, hmm

Play with the Mobb, **** got banana clip on the stick tac'

All designer jewelry, **** poppin' out with a fuckin' diamond back

You ain't got no toolie, best believe I'm the one that's tryna get 'em wrapped

Ain't no rules in this Baby Life shit, now the **** scared to trap

Fuck it, take them **** off the map, mm

Lil' bitch, come get this vampire bite, bitch wanna live a vampire life

Handgun, and my partner got the damn strap, no dyke

Sumo locked up, BJ locked up, JuGlizz twenty-five, **** made me cry

Yeah, ayy, I ain't never been scared to die, I just wanna fly

I said, "Whoa, go and pop it, probably wouldn't hurt to try"

Oh, go poppin' the gang on 'em just to start a fuckin' riot

You confused, bitch, I'm not no liar

Bitch, I'm too 'bout this fuckin' iron

Money fall out the ATM like goo if you got fuckin' Chime

Look what you said, man, these **** old, eeny, miny, moe, **** just be lyin'

I was juggin' that ho, fuckin' that bitch, what a waste of time

Pull up, slayin' shit 'bout slime

Told slime pour me up some more

Sprayin' like Sosa on Wockhardt line

Pussy **** not hard

These hoes love them some rockstars

Been flexin' expensive Chrome Hearts

Get more racks than a monarch

We got hella sticks tucked, hella sticks tucked, yeah

Brand-new MAC-11, keep your lips up, yeah

Whoa said send some shots, move violent

You got an issue, be 'bout that

I'm on hundred with my 30, ****, **** better shoot back

Your ass dissin', better clap back

That lil'-ass gun, boy, that shit whack

Go grab my gun, bring it right back, hmm

Play with the Mobb, **** got banana clip on the stick tac'

All designer jewelry, **** poppin' out with a fuckin' diamond back

You ain't got no toolie, best believe I'm the one that's tryna get 'em wrapped

Ain't no rules in this Baby Life shit, now the **** scared to trap

Fuck it, take them **** off the map, mm

She like, "What you doin'?"

I was countin' up, flexin'

We take **** off

Me and my gang not stressin'

Sticked up, where your weapon?

Damn, feds on my ass, yeah

Whip that shit too fast, yeah

I can't come in last, yeah

Do the whole damn dash, yeah

Shoot the whole damn mag, yeah

Tats on my neck, yeah

Tats on my abs, yeah

Got these **** mad, yeah

I don't even want your nat, yeah

You can have her back, yeah

Son these ****, dad