I'm spittin' that fire, pop me a pill and I'm gettin' real high

Makin' it red in my eye, everyday goin' out fried, everyday goin' out fried

Pull up with choppas and I got the blick, all of my shooters gon' carry the stick

Makin' them duck, I ain't fuck with no bitch, if you fuckin' with us, you is slow, damn

Goin' too fast, got me breakin' the limit, I think I should take a break, I need to slow down

500 shots in the past two minutes, I ran out of tickets and you need to get out

Out of your jacket, pull up on me, you know I got a hatchet

Shoot at your chest like 31 times, that's called a full metal jacket

We turnin' you red like a rose, shoot at your nose, only God knows that we turnin' you, turnin' you red

She don't know you ain't a dreamer, I'm takin' you off of that shit and we turnin' you red

Tuckin' him in like a kid, don't even know what you did, but we put you to bed

Out in Barbados, catch up before I make you like tomatoes and I turn you red, huh

Turnin' you red, ride around in my Mercedes, huh

Ice on my wrist and it melt when I'm out in the sun

Feelin' too hot, need to get me a lady, fuck is you on

She said she want some Dior, I said I wanted some

Bitch, you know that I keep a gun

My money comin' in layers like fuckin' onions, shit

I'm feelin' fine

Tryin' to give me advice but I don't know your name

Man, you just wastin' my time, huh

Yeah, bout to catch me a body

Me and Ice like a duo, huh

J-Jordan and Scottie

Still spittin' that heat, no, I can't give you a feat

You is still down in the gutter, my brother, you see

Think you was better than me, thinkin' you tough but you not, ho

Shit gettin' rough like I'm drivin' shit over a pothole

Got your bitch in the back, album, no this ain't a pack

Money hit, I bought a new Cadillac, nah, I ain't givin' it back

You want your money, come get it, lil' bro, you is sad

Carry this shit on my back like a sack, that's a big haul

I got your bitch and we out in the mall

Ask what she want and I'm buyin' it all

To carry that ass, she gon' need a U-Haul

If you don't like my ways, you better call Saul (Hahaha)

Bitchin' bout nothin, look at my hand, I ain't bluffin

I'm out here cookin' his ass like a muffin

Put up for debate but there ain't no discussion

Motherfucker, you rushin' like blood, I be gushin

Bitch, did you come to die, you know I'm that guy

Run up on me and you sayin' goodbye

I'm in the car and I'm goin' real fast

Man, I'm too drunk and I think I'ma crash

Hop off my dick, you just be glazin' too much

And you startin' to stick to my clothes

Boy get your own, breakin' your nose

You gotta duck like a goose

You gettin' punched like a fruit

Boy, now what's up, bitch, what it do

Back in the coupe with my boys, they be ready to shoot

You bein' loud, time to put you on mute, huh