Ayy, go

Mask on, got me feelin' like I'm Jason, ****

The bitch you love, I be fuckin', you be chasin', ****

**** scared when we pop out, bitch, we don't—, ayy

High-speed music, let's take 'em on a chase

I be doggin' this lil' bitch, got me fuckin' up the brakes

**** mad about that one shit, we got back for Baby Tae

Green beam, red beam, put this bitch all in your face

Now let's talk about these dead ****, somewhere outer space

We catch a body everywhere we go, you better play it safe

For Douwey 4, I just poured a four, now he in my drank

You got your brother with you, how the fuck y'all die in the same place?

I was out here poppin' shit up, it was me and Baby Dre

Goin' back-to-back on drills, we just picked up Baby K

Let's grab the Drac', Die Y quick to strip a **** out his J

Huh? What? Brr, huh? Brr

Please don't make me act a fool, I'll let this bitch off in your face

Please don't try to duck and run, I'll shoot this bitch all through the gate

Call a blitz, we gon' hit a **** and stand all in his shit

He's a bitch, I just took a **** and walked off with his shit

He's a snitch, he just told on 'em to get up out that bitch

I'ma glitch, I'ma walk him down and hit him in his shit

You ain't gotta drop my window, just know I'm bouncin' out that bitch

Heard you front about them bodies just to be up in the mix

You's a bitch, he say he from what? Treat him like a fan

If he get treated like a opp, then he get hit with Gens

Bullet hit him and his homie 'cause I blew that fan

This ARP gon' jump and jerk, but it's gon' hit his chin

I heard about them bodies, you ain't really kill that man

We pulled up on them ****, started playin' "Killer Man"

And, bitch, I'm super lit, I'm tryna fuck you with your friend

And once I get the coochie, then I pass it to my mans, brr

I be masked up like Freddy

Split his shit, we see spaghetti

**** died up on this drift

ARP, I hit the switch

Rapid fire when it spit

**** died behind this shit

How y'all claimin' our work?

They whole block damn near tellin'

We done gave they ass the belt

Walk through that bitch broad day with choppers out like, "Who first?"

They did Shawn ass the worst, but ain't do shirt but make a shirt

We be terrorizin' ****, we blame God for puttin' 'em on this Earth

Call, we in that 'Lac, that same car that put your brother up

ARP hold sixty, we outside tryna get busy

**** scared to come around, we into it with the whole city

Punch me in, punch me in

Let me hear that bitch