Mm (Hear that, hold up, ayy), mm (Hear that, hold up, ayy)

Mm (Hear that, hold up, ayy), mm (Hear that, hold up, ayy)

Mm (Hear that, hold up, ayy), mm (Hear that, hold up, ayy)

Since you in the streets and wanna act grown, I don't wanna hear shit when your ass get tapped

They know it ain't safe without this door, last **** tryna come out the house

Why bruh be gettin' on all these songs? Robbin', that gangster shit, I ain't hear him out

If the opps ain't spinnin', they ran out of bullets, just send me the loc', I'll pass them out

I was supposed to be rappin', but I'm in the studio hittin' these duck-ass **** on a dice

**** wanna act like he fightin' some demons, cool, we gon' send his ass right to Christ

Ain't goin' like Red, they should have flushed that boy, I would've shot his ass off the bike

You steal from me, I blow your ass all 'bout it, on God, and I won't think twice

Duck, duck, goose, we taggin' them **** who run, the first **** fall, he it

**** get shot with that Drac' and they panic, these tough-ass **** be ready to snitch

We just got the drop, Fatboy tryna spin too, but his big ass can't even fit

We killed your partner, we the one smoked his ass, got the last **** sayin' he quit

You wanna LV bag, gotta show me you want it, bitch, get on the ground and bark

I'm so fucked up in my head, I'm teachin' my brother how to hop out a car

Why would I come through that backdoor when the front door open? Don't know if it's locked

Bro got stretched for a fake-ass chain, they thought it was real, that's why he got robbed

You ain't never killed nobody, stop lyin' on songs, you need to get your ass beat

I get a warrant, I might not get back out, I'ma go on the run and flee

ZO6, LS7, 7.0, this bitch got speed

You wanna impress me? Ho gotta jump in the water and walk on top of the beach

Don't call my phone sayin' you got shot, go hop in the Benz, shoot his ass back

I put a beam on all my guns, so when I hop out, I can see who I tagged

Unc' ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', he get in my business, I'm puttin' a switch on his ass

You ain't got no insurance, your ass gon' die out here, how the fuck you finna go and crash?

Since you in the streets and wanna act grown, I don't wanna hear shit when your ass get tapped

They know it ain't safe without this door, last **** tryna come out the house

Why bruh be gettin' on all these songs? Robbin', that gangster shit, I ain't hear him out

If the opps ain't spinnin', they ran out of bullets, just send me the loc', I'll pass them out

I was supposed to be rappin', but I'm in the studio hittin' these duck-ass **** on a dice

**** wanna act like he fightin' some demons, cool, we gon' send his ass right to Christ

Ain't goin' like Red, they should have flushed that boy, I would've shot his ass off the bike

You steal from me, I blow your ass all 'bout it, on God, and I won't think twice