Hop out da V tryn tap us a brain Fuck all the opps that be claiming that block

Bro got a G17 wit a switch and a stick, Clear da scene when we hit at a block

**** know how it be if a man try to run, Don't stop, We a lock for to hop out and pop

What's yo drop, Bending three cars, Deep tryn slide and hit a top

Lil bitch a freak she come, Suck onna meat, Tell her fuck out my face but I just want da twat

**** get packed just from acting like rookies and I swear to God I ain't got no heart

I'm in the back of the back tryna catch me a hat

Brodie mad cause I fucked up his peace but I told him hell nah

Baby boy you don't know how it be when it's time for the catch you a b

Fuck all the opps bitch it's been fucked da P

Swear to God I'm a lock for to hop out the V

All of this talking and shit really cheap

Swear to God we gon' see what it is when we meet

He threw a diss so I shot through his teeth

Now the **** can't speak for like six fucking weeks

These **** dumb as a bitch screaming laser tag

But ain't even gon' blow when we meet

I done did shit done watched **** hit feet

So don't put on an act while we here at da beach

I heard yo diss mean this shit really weak

We real G-man crew, **** that's who we be

New gen 5 and the back shaved glee bitch

I can't even wait for this SRT

Flip to the right then let that bitch squeeze

But don't click it too hard, you just tap it wit ease

I'm tryna hit while lil bro tryna whip

So I tell em pull up, I'm unlocking the door

Bitch on the ground don't get hit with the pound

Get the fuck from around for your ass gotta go

One **** scared as a bitch tryna fake like he dead

So you know that I'm gon' do the most

I don't be tweaking wit **** for real

Y'all be tweaking for real, tryna beef through a post

Some **** ain't even have no money for real

Till the app start to let **** blow

I ain't gon' flex but a **** been getting this pape

Through the raps that a young **** wrote

But I can't cap the best songs I done wrote

I was up off of Addie, some pills, and some dope

**** be bitches for real, I be rapping and sliding at night tryna get **** gone

Hop out da V tryn tap us a brain Fuck all the opps that be claiming that block

Bro got a G17 wit a switch and a stick, clear da scene when we hit at a block

**** know how it be if a man try to run, don't stop, We a lock for to hop out and pop

What's yo drop, Bending three cars, Deep tryn slide and hit a top

Lil bitch a freak she come, suck onna meat, tell her fuck out my face but I just want da twat

**** get packed just from acting like rookies and I swear to God I ain't got no heart

I'm in the back of the back tryna catch me a hat

Brodie mad cause I fucked up his peace but I told him hell nah

Baby boy you don't know how it be when it's time for the catch you a b

Fuck all the, Fuck all the, Fuck all the opps

Bitch its been fuck da P

**** don't know how it be when lil up tryna slide get to swinging da door inna street