Ha

Ha, yeah (Woah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh)

Brrr (Ooh)

Hmmm

Bands (Yeah, damn)

Bands, they keep multiplying

Run on gang, man, you know you dying

5.56 rounds, yeah, they gon' fly (Phew)

Bullet hit his ass from a birdseye (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

These hoes, they so fake, see from my third eye

My shooter got aim even though he crosseyed

We gon' make him famous, he a dead guy (Boom, boom, boom)

And we got them rockets, they on standby

This **** trippin', what's up with you?

I'm finna pour me a cup or two

You got a rock, that's a W

I walk around with that W

If he had a gun, what would you do?

Baby, I'm finna stop fuckin' wit' you

Fuckin' them twins, they comin' in two

I got a choppa, I'm lettin' it loose

I'm finna spend that boy advance

Yeah, I done took his bitch, he mad, damn (Yeah)

Prada my fit, damn, I'm on the lamb (I'm on the lamb, yeah)

.762's and .9's, they won't jam (It won't jam)

I got a white plug in Cali', his name Sam (Haha)

Walk in CVS, bein' polite, "Ma'am" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm at a point in my life where I'm sippin' on drink and I can't even stop (Can't even stop)

I'm in the crib sippin' on Wock' (Yeah, Wock')

Told my teacher how much I make, her jaw dropped (Dropped)

Her jaw dropped (Beep, beep, beep, beep)

I might just fuck on a Monday (Yeah), I go through rubber bands

You gon' be there one day, I went up, it's a hunnid bands

I get the guap, that's obvious (Ha)

I'm finna fuck on a college bitch (Ha)

I throw a rack in the audience

I'm goin', no, there ain't stoppin' shit

Bands (Yeah, damn)

Bands, they keep multiplying

Run on gang, man, you know you dying

5.56 rounds, yeah, they gon' fly (Phew)

Bullet hit his ass from a birdseye (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

These hoes, they so fake, see from my third eye

My shooter got aim even though he crosseyed

We gon' make him famous, he a dead guy (Boom, boom, boom)

And we got them rockets, they on standby