Ay, vro

Ay, hold on my Glock (don't pass it to nobody)

A'ight

****, long live Treylynn (free D4) uh

(Free Mari, come on)

Let's do it, let's do it (Sanjay, you tweaked on this)

I'm off them yerks right now in the stu' with a big-ass button on the back of my Glock (with a big-ass button on the back)

We like to crash, so when we see you, ****, it ain't no reason to stop

Goin' 200 in a brand-new SRT, still screamin', "Fuck all my opps" (FTO)

Spinnin' for Trey, long live my slime, I did it for you, we goin' to the top

Lookin' like a lick, sexy-ass chocolate young ****, can't forget my pockets a knot

Surrounded by shooters, whole lotta young-**** shit, if you reach, then your ass gettin' shot

Tell 'em sell me a Glock, yeah, my money good, next thing, then his ass got got

Leave a **** if his ass keep steady textin' my phone tryna trade, 'preciate it, a brand-new Glock

I got a Glock, shit, lil' bro ain't got it, so I'ma pass it to lil' bro

He get hit with this switch, he'll start holdin' his, uh, I bet a **** hit the floor

Speakin' on lil' Treylynn, pop up at your door

Tried to run, the switch had caught him, he slow

I remember lil' Trey made a **** get ghost

****, Hank ain't livin', go up on the score (go do it)

Jizzle dead as dead, should've locked that door

Where the fuck is lil' gonna? Oh, nobody knows

Mm, got hit with a switch, start holdin' his shit, next second, lil' bro hit the floor

I'm smokin' on Mizzle, he dead than a ho

Went out for a bitch, ****, fuck Teevo

I call C-Murda, he slidin' for sure

Guess fake Percs kill, should've warned Fazo

Smoke Mika, ****, come get up with me

Des died at a school, where the fuck was his glizzy?

Now, NHG

Boy, you **** some real-life bitches (real-life hos)

Say Say tried to reach for a Glock, ain't go too well, now lil' bro not livin' (bro ass dead)

Pay got smoked by a cop, **** lungs collapsed, and Lil Chop bitch ass wasn't with him

The backdoor snake thought he was a slither, two died in one year, that's a hell of a feelin'

Yeah, we lost lil' Trey, but getback ain't got no date, just chillin', finna be a killin'

And this right here, on Treylynn, by the end of this year, bet four of them young **** feel it

Think he a crash, wanna be a loose screw, run into me, and that screw, I'ma drill it

Jorge old ass wanna diss, been rappin' since 2016, need to give that shit up

**** go live on they block and leave, **** know not to stay, 'cause we fuckin' shit up

He think shit sweet, he tryna post on his block, get to hittin', where the fuck you gon' duck?

And we don't shoot out no car, hopped out, no mask, seen my face, he knew he was fucked

But I'm off them yerks right now, in the stu' wit' a big ass button on the back of my Glock

We like to crash, so when we see you, ****, it ain't no reason to stop

Goin' 200 in a brand new SRT, still screamin' "Fuck all my opps"

Spinnin' for Trey, long live my slime, I did it for you, we goin' to the top, ****, long live Treylynn