Uh

Yo

Uh

Yo-yo

Back in the day, I did shit by my lonely 'cause I couldn't call up my homie

Pop Perc and I bug the fuck out like I'm Broly, the hollow-tip make **** holy

I came in this bitch with my poley, bitch run me your green, run me your guacamole

Uh, you tryna play with the fully, I pop out the cut and I'll tell you a story

Bitch, I'm on that court and I'm scoring, get hit in your head and forget it like Dory

Rain comes when **** die, if I step on that block, then it's pouring

The bullets you hold, they be boring, I got me some hollow-tip, size of an orange

I got oxy, I got lean, and I also got ketamine

Talk on the net, but I heard what you said to me

I got your drop pulled up on my second screen"That bitch a bop" You tellin' me?

Three minutes in, and she turned to a submarine

These **** jhi want my recipe

They finna turn to my seed like some sesame

Put the beam on him like leprosy

I cannot show none these fuck **** empathy

Whippin' the pot like it's chemistry

I'm finna re-wire my body chemically

Fuck **** continue testing me

I'm finna shoot out the Drac' 'til it's empty

Lil' **** Splitz got a tendency

To go on drills and then leave the bitch messily

Uh, yo

I got opps

I got shooters, I got drops

Put them all in a room and watch the building drop

On the block

Crop a fuck **** like a top

Uh, yo

I'm with Brigwapo

**** tryna see me

They don't know what we got

Chopper finna steamroll a **** like a tea-pot

**** movin' drunk off the bullets like a Beatbox

Bitch, I'm stone cold, like I'm Austin

Got a Glock in my fuckin' lap when I'm in Boston

Foenem say he slide up with that Drake, he not Joshin

Stick make a **** kickflip, Eric Koston

That **** playing with his life and it's gon' cost him

That **** was just with you, how you lost him?

If we catch that oppa talking shit, then we drop him

Shooting Octane up in my veins in the dropship

Yo

Back in the day, I did shit by my lonely 'cause I couldn't call up my homie

Pop Perc and I bug the fuck out like I'm Broly, the hollow-tip make **** holy

I came in this bitch with my poley, bitch run me your green, run me your guacamole

Uh, you tryna play with the fully, I pop out the cut and I'll tell you a story

Bitch, I'm on that court and I'm scoring, get hit in your head and forget it like Dory

Rain comes when **** die, if I step on that block, then it's pouring

The bullets you hold, they be boring, I got me some hollow-tip, size of an orange