(Yeah, ****, fuck is you talkin' 'bout, ****? You know who's on the beat)

(Wardo, what the hell goin'?) On the other side, you know what I'm sayin'?

All life been some shit

**** be jumpin' off the plane, no parachute

**** jump in the water, no life vest

You **** backwards

Yeah

Most of these **** get left on drills and you tryna tell me they kill for real? (Drills, drills)

And you know Chuckyy dog got the wheel, I dump him down, won't panic still

Glock 20 under my belt with a KRISS Vec', I wear twenty-eight, I gotta chill

These ****' life goin' down the hill, I was chasin' shit down, now rap my career (Yeah, yeah)

We move shit like BMF did, we get shit dropped all the way in Michigan (Yeah, yeah)

Fuck **** drop a lo', bet we push up, bronem spotted one, then we clip 'em (Then we clip 'em)

I don't even rock no more Amiri, they think I went devil, but really a Christian

Bitch tryna have my baby, you trippin', I'ma step on hoes, you can't even kick it (Step)

In the trenches, I'm still a regular ****, in the TSA, I be walkin' with a limp and shit

Bake a **** shit like a Pillsbury biscuit, "Why you do that?" 'Cause his shit got a ticket on it

These **** just be thinkin' I'm a rapper, I'm probably the **** that probably catch your homie (Rrr)

Step on a **** just like a zombie, switch got sick, that bitch threw up on him (Rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr)

Workin' at Magic, I'll probably put a bone in her, for that shit, I need me a trophy (No cap)

Dunk on a fuck **** just like Rozan, how the fuck you mad 'cause I'm chosen? (No bap)

In a Lam' truck, I'm switchin' the lane up, tellin' Bugg's dumb ass, "Just scoot over" (No bap)

**** get splattered in the bin like coffee, I was boss and I fucked on a four piece

The way they post, you would think blogs know me, in the stu', she tryna fuck, she blowin' me

Everybody go in the crib in the mornin', Cadillac V truck, sound like we throwin' it (Hrr, hrr)

I just been sat back, plannin' my tour and shit, might jack 200K in the mornin' (Ching)

The way shit goin', when a **** get dropped, we gon' spin back and we gon' fuck up the funeral

Ain't no fuckin' rap bap

**** know how the fuck we comin', we ain't gotta broadcast none of this shit

We leave shit right there where the fuckin' trees grow, dumb-ass lil' boy