Wait, hold on (Hey, kk)

Feel like the biggest in the room

When I walk in, these **** tend to shut up or they leave the room

It must 'cause they heard about the Young Crew, know what we be on

We on that gangster shit for real, sit down 'fore you get your ass killed

I hate these pump-fakin' ****, know he ain't tryna get nothin' hit

Just put a piece inside my shit, you gon' see fire come out the stick

Ain't got no gun, but he be fresh as hell, gon' inside them Ricks (Oh, say what?)

She with the gang, you better not die about that bitch

Uh, my partner 'nem on demon time, ain't gotta fake the demon eye

Watch the windows, shoot straight through that bitch soon as he peek the blind

I fuck her good, give her a week, she gon' come key my ride

What's up with all that Instagram shit? Can't wait 'til we collide

I think I'm probably losin' weight, I gotta take links out the Rollie

**** think 'cause I'm on tour, that mean that smoke shit start rollin'

I can't stop rappin' 'cause it's gon' let down my fans, they say I'm the one, I'm goated

We in the splat and I'm finna ride down the ave, tryna see one of these **** loafin' (Hold on)

Got enough pape' to get the whole city whacked, I'm stayin' focused

My partner a felon, but I'm tellin' him, "Don't go out lackin', still tote it"

Told 'em all these **** against us, in this world, it's us only

Know I taught never be loud, just keep it quiet, smack your opponent

We gon' step on everything around

On opp block tryna bang it out

We boxed him in, I don't how the fuck this **** made it out

Tryna spin us gon' be the wrong thing, you better change the route

Hop out a hot car with a hot Glock, we just call it flamin' out

She said she love a rap ****, so I fucked her while my chain was out

This **** from the West, moved to the East, now he just gangster now

Rappin' 'bout gay shit in your songs, somebody come and cancel him

That B shit hot as fuck right now, we gon' wait 'til the coast is clear, hold on

Feel like the biggest in the room

When I walk in, these **** tend to shut up or they leave the room

It must 'cause they heard about the Young Crew, know what we be on

We on that gangster shit for real, sit down 'fore you get your ass killed

I hate these pump-fakin' ****, know he ain't tryna get nothin' hit

Just put a piece inside my shit, you gon' see fire come out the stick

Ain't got no gun, but he be fresh as hell, gon' inside them Ricks (Oh, say what?)

She with the gang, you better not die about that bitch

Better not die about that bitch, ****

You better not die about that

Better not die about that bitch, ****