O-oh shit, he hear the sound of the gun

I'm wit' the 6ixers, we throw the 6 up, they wit' the Flickers, they better duck

They wanna diss us, we got the big drum, 30 and better when we on a hunt

Fuck is a .22? I want the Smith &

We got the 4O tucked in the trunk

He tried to run from the sound of the gun

I threw first, quickdraw, is he dumb?

I'm tryna hit some, I could've flicked 'em, I was too hype I was tryna have fun

She off the liquor, she need the big one, drivin' the boat, I'ma pour up the Cut

I hit the shoulder, get my lil' groove up, playin' my song so she shakin' her butt

Wanna vibe? I could show 'em what's up

See me then your ass outta luck

We want the basket, I got my mask on, fuck is a backdoor? Go through the front

I turn the beam on then turn my Sleeze on, I cannot not fall out, know I'm the one

Give me locations, show with the faces, 6 Double O, **** we get it done

He tried to run from the back of the-

He tried to run from the back of the pole

Why-why the fuck they keep sayin' my name, like I'm not the one to go suit up for bro?

Why the fuck they keep mentionin' gang, like I ain't gon empty my G' on the O's?

Lil' Thunder ain't stay in his lane, he flew out the whip, he ain't die to the pole

**** threw on his bitch, the back of the F, **** flicked on the Flick

Why the fuck they keep suckin' my dick? Every trip with the block, they was duckin' they wig

EK, he caught a shot, he was sick, **** caught the hip shot, ran on his sis

We-we on the L'zzzz, **** he better back up, I got my mask, still glitch on the Glitch, baow-baow

Opp thot tryna backdoor, we got the burner

Fuck a tag, **** we want the murder

Tell me your wish, **** no Timmy Turner

Take it far, **** we take it further

We got the-, some shit you ain't heard of

Baby Oot tryna work on his aim, he comin' with me, **** he tryna turn up, baow-baow

O-oh shit, I think I spotted the Ds

They tryna blitz us, they cannot get us, we do the drill and got low from the scene

We tryna hit some, we got the big gun, big 4-O, shit tucked in the jeans

Whole lotta victims, they cannot diss us, uppin' my rank, every jumpshot green