Tay Keith, fuck 'em up, Tay Keith, fuck 'em up

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Twin Glocks, call 'em Mary and Kate, check hit, I get paid on the wake up

Where your mans? He got found in a lake, head tap, lil' bitch, keep your face up

Two grams, he don't know what to say, birthday, hit a lick, now my cake up

Strapped up, man, this shit every day, more guns in my car than a break shift

In my hood, boy, I'm movin' like Giver, I shot bro, now it's back to arenas

I ain't beefin' 'bout money, but we can go back and forth with them lil' racks like Serena

Speak on Feezy, I turn to the cleaner, I been lookin' for bro, have you seen him?

Where I'm from, we hop out of them steamers, don't care 'bout subpoenas, we sendin' the blitz

Who you know tote a Glock like this? Everybody hate Glock and Chris

Who you know gettin' guap like this? 60K for the watch, that's sick

These **** can't top my grind, can't top my hustle, can't top my bitch

First 48, **** get up out of line, send twenty at his top, bet them shots won't miss

Twin Glocks, call 'em Mary and Kate, check hit, I get paid on the wake up

Where your mans? He got found in a lake, head tap, lil' bitch, keep your face up

Two grams, he don't know what to say, birthday, hit a lick, now my cake up

Strapped up, man, this shit every day, more guns in my car than a break shift