(Ayy, Jayme, what we on?)

Alright, alright

Come on, we gone (Twelve made this shit bang)

Alright, that **** ain't gang for real, when we was out slidin', that **** wasn't clappin' with us (Wasn't clappin' with us)

**** so tough in the world, but when he just landed on deck, they was slappin' him up (They was)

We don't even count our hats, we just spinnin' and spinnin' and spinnin' and rackin' 'em up (We stackin' them bitches)

They say the opps outside, here go a gun and a mask, gon' show me you savage or what? (Savage or what?)

Nissan without windows, the bird put up, is we jumpin' in traffic or what? (We spinnin' or what?)

Diamond got hit all in his shit, that's what he get tryna get on a bus (Dumbass)

Out here trickin' on hoes, lil' bronem'll take two minutes to send us a duck (They sendin' that shit)

I really hate all the Sane, especially the goofy-ass **** who merch on Rust (They bitch ass)

Please don't tweak with a tweaker, don't get fucked up out here tryna show you tough (Your bitch ass)

I'm finna up me a M again, which one of you **** wanna call my bluff? (You know that)

Got a lil' bitch from the D, I done fucked so good, she done went to go buy me some buffs (Glasses)

Can check my name, I ain't told on shit, I say, "I don't know" when I'm in them cuffs (Don't ask)

Now he wanna kill me, **** be crazy, mad at me 'cause his sister a slut (That bitch a ho)

Did all that talkin', but the bitch ass couldn't say shit when I popped out the cut (Come here)

The feds ever hear these songs, I promise I'm up in the stu' just makin' shit up (I'm lyin')

Yeah, you got a BBL, is it soft or it's hard? Let me see, do a jiggle or what? (Let me see, let me see)

If Woo 'round Marshall one more time, I'm gon' dig his bitch ass up

Caught him on Christmas, he wasn't in the spirit, it's cool, we still lit his dumb ass up (Grrah, grrah)

This bigger than Biggie and Pac, we don't care where he at, who he with, we still hittin' him up (He dyin')

We had to come take his life, do I feel bad? Hell nah, he wasn't livin' it up (His dumb ass)

Yeah, you gettin' a little bit of pape', but when you compare with me, you ain't gettin' enough

He tried to come slide and died, that shit so funny, I guess he ain't give it enough

Opps textin' the phone, I text back, "SYBAU," shut this bitch ass up

When I turn twenty-three, I need a hundred million and two white hoes with big-ass butts (Fuck)

He say he a gangster, but on weekends, he be outside gettin' drunk off Cut (Man, what the fuck?)

I know he mad as fuck, got the bitch right here in my crib gettin' drunk off nut (She is)

If you wanna catch you a body, just bang my line, let me know, I'ma give you a tut' (A tutorial)

I don't know about other rappers, but every time they play with my name, somebody get touched

I don't even gotta get up close, I can dump from deep, my glasses be comin' in clutch (They know that)

I ain't checked on Dayski since he got shot, I bet he gon' say it ain't hurt that much (With his lyin' ass)

It ain't no **** or gang that sayin' that they ain't up on us 'cause it ain't no such (That shit ain't true)

He had his gun and froze, he baby boy, they had to tell him bust

Bitch-ass ****, you ain't ready to shoot that gun, ****

And get that hand out your gun if you ain't gon' shoot it when you need to, ****

Go put that gun down, pick up a book, you bitch-ass ****

If you ain't got no money to bond yourself out, put the gun down