Xair, let me get that motherfucker

I don't know what place this is

Free bro down the road, the opps ain't talkin' 'bout shit

Yeah, he did the safest bid

**** be flexing like we don't make shit hot

Do you know what bacon is?

Daddy locked up, got a place to fill

Can't get 'em right now., we'll chase the kid

The hundred-round drum gon' erase the kid

Know that we making shit hot

I don't even know why **** be playing with them

On a drill, I won't run outta shots

We packed hella mags for you and your mans and them

Give out whoopings, why you playing with them?

Oh, you switching on the family, huh?

He ain't wanna stick to the plan with us

Don't be coming back when we done ran it up

Huh, my momma done told me keep my gun and stay away from ****

Lowkey these **** been hating, they just waited till I got some paper, ****

Tryna control my anger, sometimes I just want to face a ****

I ain't taking no walk with a stranger

Get back, blow him down, I'll bake a ****

I be getting my bags from a **** that can't even see, lil' shawty a Asian ****

Fuck boy tryna tax, got chop on the backseat, now run me that paper, ****

Deal with consequences later, yeah

I just know I got this paper, yeah

You ain't hoeing shit 'cause I'm quick to go bust me a hole in shit like a bagel, yeah

I'ma keep going

Let a bitch turn me down, I'ma keep hoeing

Thirteen with a Gen in the streets touring

I was raised by them killers and D-boys

Bring a hundred to the hood, give the streets joy

Toting Glocks at a age we don't need for it

I'm too rich, ain't no bumping with me, boy

Gotta crash, he don't mind being a decoy

Got a whip, got whatever you need for it

If that pussy that good, I'll speed for it

If it's good, therefore I won't speak on it

When I hit it, I'm loving how she moaning

I'ma get me ten mill, I'ma dream on it

How the fuck can I miss? Got a beam on it

Yeah, we smack shit for sure, that's for sheezy

But when **** be hiding, it ain't easy

I don't know what place this is

Free bro down the road, the opps ain't talkin' 'bout shit

Yeah, he did the safest bid

**** be flexing like we don't make shit hot

Do you know what bacon is?

Daddy locked up, got a place to fill

Can't get 'em right now, we'll chase the kid

The hundred-round drum gon' erase the kid

Know that we making shit hot

I don't even know why **** be playing with them

On a drill, I won't run outta shots

We packed hella mags for you and your mans and them

Give out whoopings, why you playing with them?

Oh, you switching on the family, huh?

He ain't wanna stick to the plan with us

Don't be coming back when we done ran it up