Hook:

Man I ain’t gotta tell em i feel like they know Man they Hurd how a **** be living

Man I got me a 40 I lent to my shawty she said that u **** be trippin

If you **** ain’t jacking the shit that I’m jackin just know that I’m sneaking the stick in

Tell ya man don’t approach me cuz I got the toasty and ima just squeeze it and hit him

And I let it burn (let it Burn let it Burn) 2xs

Verse 1

The Shooters is wit me they wilding out

I make em run up inside ya house

They know up on the score board

Most of these **** is outta bounds

You hit the bar and then buy it out

Pick up bitches and fly em out

My homie hit something Me I just put up the bail and I got him out

Still dripping so ridiculous

The bitch u tipping I b hitting it

And I be tryna do my dance holding up my pants 40 wit a clip in it

Watch how I move on some opp shit

I pop shit cuz I pop shit

I’m sliding through like the janitor

Street sweeper or the mop stick

(Burn) fucking wit me it be man down

Big crippa throw a sign up get you murdered **** hands down

I gotta finish him I put the silencer on it **** wouldn’t hear a sound

I got em listening all of the **** that hated done turned into fans now

2nd Verse

The Neighbors is wit me we going up

Twist up ya fingers and throw it up

I got a bad bitch that can deep throat never gag or throwing up

She fell in love wit a made man

(She fell in love wit a made what)

Mc wit a hammer on me I can fuck around and make you break dance

Snipe you moon walking like you Michael uh

Make a **** feel the burn when you feel the burn better think survival

I speak truth and that’s on the Bible

Don’t even budge boy ima shooter I’m elma fud wit the rifle

Gang members in my section

Magnum on me that’s protection

Drew breez when I’m throwing bullets

Hope you catch a interception

Fucking wit me it be man down

I got em listening all of the **** that hated done turn into fans now