Ayy, B-Tro, this shit vibin, gang Uh, uh, uh, Mge shit baby

What the fuck these **** think? What the fuck these **** sayin

I'm the type, hop out on feet, get close and buck and hit my man

Type to switch, the V threeks on me, I'm riding, Ku Klux Klan

Fuck all that Twitter beef can't catch my opp we bust and hit his man

I hang with reapers, jeepers, creepers, my lil' **** snatchin' souls

My dog sixowe he bangin' Crip and still a slime a **** nose

How the fuck is he a shooter? He just got bucked for a pole

I say the word and they on go, it's time to slide and up the sco

I got murder on my mind, but I ain't nothin' like Lil' Melly was

Servin' zips of brown had K-two for the low go ask my celly

Gettin' topped off from the CO, that's on God, I had him jealous

Me tip and guapo, ran that check up off a line, fuck Globabtellin

I got out and dropped my nuts, black double R parked side of prison

Den I got fresh as fuck to make a hit and post pics in the trenches

Park beside and get to hittin chin up, chest out, won't do no flinching

Micro drac, pi round hold 75, I bust it ain't no missin

What the fuck these **** think? What the fuck these **** sayin

I'm the type, hop out on feet, get close and buck and hit my man

Type to Switch the Vthree Ks on me, I'm riding Ku Klux Klan

Fuck all that Twitter beef can't catch my opp, we bust and hit his man

This a one-stop shop and go, got pints of green exotics the bows

Get two for three, come shop with me exotic highs, don't fuck with Lows

Know it's a stick at all my shows, black truck, my shooter can't wait to bust

I was grindin' it out, tryna stack up a dollar, hit the studio tryna make a way for us

Watch out for who, drop, stay in the cut, I hope they ain't thinkin' bout playin' with us

Cause boy, that's a big old stick, when I up, let it hit, better chance at surviving a bus

When I catch me a rat, know I'm linin' them up, 24 shots in the Glock, this is Kobe

I know these bitches be on me, these **** jabroni, runnin' his mouth like he know me

No nine to five I'm swingin' a door, I hit the road if it's all bout a check

I won't beef bout a bitch who be suckin' on dick, on the gang, I'ma die if it's bout my respect

Pull up hit from the back, I be grabbin' the neck, when I pray, ask the lord can he send a connect

Know I got a truck full of shooters, play, they gon' do you, the aimin at nothin' but heads