[Verse 1]

Fell for the bait, we caught and we got on that chase

Seen my savage was lettin’ it spray and the dumb **** dropped, should’ve got out the way

See Ty bet he go on that race

If he come to the sides, all he feel is the bass

And they sayin’ they buggin’, but that’s not the case

Got the G in my jeans, tryna lay if you play

[Verse 2]

4th quarter, bros wildin’, he knew it was over

Jumped off the bike and got hit with a boulder

I bet you he tough till he shakin’ his shoulders

You gon’ die tryna slide with ya bro nem

Think he hot, then we makin’ him colder

Me and bro on the block tryna pop like soda

So you better stay in ya crib like a sofa

[Verse 3]

It’s not makin’ sense, ya **** is wack

With Mbeez on the scene, tryna go back to back

What I got in my cleez, bet you it blast

Know the light-skin flick gotta shoot from the hash

New zip, tryna roll up a half

New clips, had to switch from the mags

Tryna tweak with ya grip, get you put on ya ass

Tryna vibe with a bitch, get you put in that stash, ****

[Verse 4]

Get on the roof if you spot one

No BBs, tryna throw out the Glock, son

****, we tryna make us a hot one

Yell out “oh yeah” on the scene if you got one

Spin off the V if the cops come

One down, made it back to the block,

Son still in the V, tryna go on a thot hunt

She with the team ’cause she know we the top ones

[Verse 5]

G in her purse, slide with ya thot then she leave on hurt

Started teachin’ these ****, don’t learn

What I got in this bag, gotta get to you first

Tried to chat and we did ’em the worst

See the flocks, then you fly with the birds

Got the bro sendin’ shots that they never return

Seen the lil’ bros poppin’, they hoop like the Spurs

[Verse 6]

So why would ya talk **** be chattin’?

We up the block tryna see what the facts is

Roll up the oot, gotta pass it

We in the stu gettin’ higher average

She get the boot if she spazzin’

Know you seen that I’m not with the actin’

Back to the trap, gettin’ high with my savage

We see he on scene, then we blastin’

[Chorus]

The dumb **** fell for the bait, we had to get on that chase

Savage was lettin’ it spray, opp should’ve got out the way

See Ty bet he go on that race

If he come to the sides, all he feel is the bass

Said they buggin’, but that’s not the case

Got the G in my jeans, tryna lay if you play

[Outro / Verse]

4th quarter, bros wildin’, he knew it was over

Jumped off the bike and got hit with a boulder

I bet you he tough till he shakin’ his shoulders

You gon’ die tryna slide with ya bro nem

Think he hot, then we makin’ him colder

Me and bro on the block tryna pop like soda

So you better stay in ya crib like a sofa