What you want, the hollow point, or the FMJ, oh you wanna play, you Steve Irwin, I'm the stingray

Jumping out the crib, I'm looking like I hit the power play

Baby girl, what it do, get in that lingerie

BMG, I take a **** out, it's laundry day

I got the sack on me, though, came home for the holidays

He came around flexing, he got jacked like Monterey

Pistol hot as fuck, I done let it burn in a Rasta wayy

Bro, done made a fuckin' killin' off of that Molly Rock

My brother moving beans, but he ain't working at no coffee shop

I'm piff as fuck when hoes see me, I'm looking like a lollipop

We gon' hit you in your head, we gon' do body shots

Blond bitch, bad as fuck, look like Marilyn

When I first had seen her, that shit, boosted my adrenaline

I don't want y'all around me, it ain't even no comparison

Cause I don't fuck with ****, I feel like a white American

Nine by five, it's ripping through your exoskeleton

I know y'all for real, man, y'all **** soft as gelatin

I can't even acknowledge y'all, cause y'all ain't even relevant

Every day I'm in the paint, Zion on the Pelicans

**** wanna die, I got all the damn supplies

Up the fye, send that **** high, now he Rastafari

I was down bad on my dick, I had to improvise

Y'all ain't even trying to get no money, I can't sympathize

What you want, the hollow point, or the FMJ

Oh, you wanna play, you Steve Irwin I'm the stingray

Jumping out the crib, I'm looking like I hit the power play

Baby girl, what it do, get in that lingerie

BMG, I take a **** out, it's laundry day

I got the sack on me, done came home for the holidays

Come around flexing and he get jacked like Monterey

Pistol hot as fuck I done let it burn in a Rasta way