What the—

Alright, I ain't never duckin' shit

Uh, I ain't never duckin' shit, uh

(Hardheaded, baby)

Okay, I ain't never duckin' shit (What the fuck?)

.45 make a **** quit, take knee, call him Kaepernick (Snatch, Snatch, Snatch Gang)

My homie not no Uber driver, bounce out, get to clappin' shit (What the— what the fuck?)

Would've been up three souls last summer, but, damn, my button glitched

I ain't had no gun, I was outside with my brother shit

Bust down with the middle part, I can't lie, that's my type of bitch (Fff, fff, fff)

Chrome leggings to match the Ricks, I damn near wanna wife the bitch (Ah)

TP, he be snipin' shit, he shootin' that bitch until it click (What the— what the— what the fuck?)

Chillin' with my rapper bitch, bounce out, get to clappin' shit

Roll out, we finna watch 'em scramble, watch how we get through the slip

**** talkin' out of town, we ridin' with guns, tryna take a trip (You know that)

Wrap shit up like Christmas gifts, this Draco'll make Kendrick flip (Snatch, Snatch, Snatch Gang)

In school while the opps outside, I was mad as hell I ain't get to skip

They still mad about that one shit, Romaine popped outside and died

When I catch Lil Quincy ass, on bro, his ass gettin' overfried (What the fuck?)

He wanna troll, his dumb ass must've forgot that's how his brother died (What the— what the— what the fuck?)

Keep shootin', then keep switchin' sides, I won't stop shootin' 'til I get tired (Fff)

You seen blood, got traumatized, I seen blood and still slide (I still slide)

Treat a hot car like my ride, this bitch drift like a slip and slide (Ah, ah)

**** throw rocks, then hide, new chop, this bitch oversized

New chop, this bitch oversized, ain't that how your brother died? (What the fuck?)

**** act like we don't slide, he seen blood, he traumatized (We still slide)

I seen blood, I'll still slide (Your hear me?)

On my dead homie, you hear me? (Fff, fff, fff)

Okay, I ain't never duckin' shit (What the—)

.45 make a **** quit, take knee, call him Kaepernick (What the— what the fuck?)

My homie not no Uber driver, bounce out, get to clappin' shit

Would've been up three souls last summer, but, damn, my button glitched (Snatch, Snatch, Snatch Gang)

I ain't had no gun, I was outside with my brother shit

Bust down with the middle part, I can't lie, that's my type of bitch

Chrome leggings to match the Ricks, I damn near wanna wife the bitch (What the fuck?)

TP, he be snipin' shit, he shootin' that bitch until it click (What the fuck?)

Snipin' shit

Snipin' shit

I'm still home snipin' shit