(Ayy, pipe up, Hoodrixh)

This new pack

We damn near strike a Cybertruck

And we ain't doing no joyridin'

We catch goofy, fuck him up (Fuck him up)

Them **** act like they slidin'

But they ain't cause no harm to us (Ain't do shit to us)

They send shots from 'cross the street

Ain't get up close, they team suck (Fucking suck)

Just checked the score, shit

That's the reason that they losing (Fucking rookies)

Draco loud, just like alarms

We got up with 'em, left 'em snoozin' (Left 'em snoozin')

Opposition hoes get fucked

Them be the main ones that be choosin' (Choosin')

Come around flexin' this pipe

We dropped this gate, and left him clueless (Left him fucking clueless)

(You know that)

I got my switch out in the function

Lil' bitch call me broke, 'cause I ain't buy her shit, that's them assumptions

Got his ass kicked out the class for testing us, I guess he flunked it (Bitch)

Heard he wanna play ball

We come beat up the block, like Timmy Duncan (Like Timmy Duncan)

Blood took off through the bitty

Your bitch on the side

She giving me flawless suction (Giving me flawless suction)

**** be snoozin'

Rookie wasn't on his pivot

So you know the ball we pluck (You know we pluck)

I don't much really partake in cyber beef

'Cause these **** ain't know nothing (Don't know shit)

Now I'd be lying if I said this bitch ain't that

But still ain't doing no cuffin', **** (You know that)

Fuck Drake and Kendrick, I ain't going back and forth

I can't rap beef with no ****

We just wrap shit, up the score (Up the score)

We on his patio with switch

We got his lo', he getting torched (Fucking torched)

I heard he died tryna get in

They left his lil' ass on the porch (You know that)

(Dumbass)

Switch get off this bitch

You rappin', lay shit down

We getting that palace

Spammin' disses, think he Kendrick

Tell 'em, "Drac' shots get to smackin'" (Tell 'em, "Drac' shots get to smackin'")

**** dissed my cousin, died the same week

They like, "What happened?" (They like, "What happened?")

The rest can step back, let 'em have it

But we ain't doing no quarterbackin' (You know)

This shit get tragic, but I think these **** know that (These **** know that)

**** gon' have a heartattack whenever he find out where his ho at (That lil' bitch goin')

Freaky ho, this lil' bitch green

She off the liq', still tryna throw back

Rookie popped out, switch in hand

But sad to say, he ain't get to blow that (Brrt, brrt)

**** know that

Sad to say, his ass ain't duck

Mini Draco size shit up

This bitch harsh, it left him stuck

Ain't no Meek Mill, he can't get up (Get up)

We the ones who bringin' pain

He in that casket suited up (Suited up)

He called my phone, say he ain't on that

Called him out, still flamed him up (Fire, fire, fire, fire)

This shit wicked, just consider us some bullys (Fucking goofy)

That's the reason why they tellin'

They don't plan on doin' shit to me (At all)

In that car room, I don't know shit

Just like YSL Woody

Shit, I thought he got away, until I tapped this bitch to fully (I tapped this bitch to—)

I hit his neck, I think he still walking, though

Ain't forsure, I seen him hold his neck

Let's spin and shoot some more (Spin and shoot some more)

Give him full, and if that ain't enough

Shoot 'til he hit the floor

He got away, but he can't talk no more

Still count that as a score, silly

Still count that as a motherfuckin' score

Bitch