(Ayy, Heavy, turn the beat up, though)

Ayy, ayy

My shooter comin' home, he get a bag when he touch down (Ayy)

These **** hatin', every time they see me, I be bust down (Wavy)

Reminiscin' back when your boy was broke, but bitch, I'm up now

And them hoes who used to ig' when I hollered tryna fuck now

Ain't got no new friends, any **** with me, I grew up 'round (No)

When the heat turned up in the kitchen, Wavy stuck 'round

It ain't gon' do your ass no good tryna run, you better duck down (No)

My **** T-Bay handle up with them sticks, he don't fuck 'round

I'm the man in the streets, I got a hundred guns (Ayy, ayy)

How you step off in the club? You got a hundred ones

These **** talk like they be street, but sweet as honey buns (Fuckboy)

And when we meet, it's ass and feet, it ain't no one-on-one

Went and put my foot on your ass, instead, I'ma use the gun and a mag, I'm dumpin' 'em fast

Hop out the truck, happy that I got the up, then shots start bumpin' the glass (Grrah-bah-bah-bah)

I couldn't wait after school to fight, try me, we bumpin' in class (Grrah)

This Glock gon' kiss your ass good night when I rippin' your ass

Wavy, I get super fly, take your shot, it's do or die

Them hoes gon' pick and choose, so I don't care, it's either you or I (Wavy)

These **** go to church and sit front row like they be spooked to die

It's always a real ****, it don't never be a gook to die (long live J Black)

My shooter comin' home, he get a bag when he touch down (Ayy)

These **** hatin', every time they see me, I be bust down

Reminiscin' back when your boy was broke, but bitch, I'm up now

And them hoes who used to ig' when I hollered tryna fuck now

Ain't got no new friends, any **** with me, I grew up 'round (No)

When the heat turned up in the kitchen, Wavy stuck 'round

It ain't gon' do your ass no good tryna run, you better duck down

My **** T-Bay handle up with them sticks, he don't fuck 'round