Puttin' off on my team, gotta go in right Don't look back, I'm puttin' all that money

On your head right Yeah, huh, people don't even get the shit

I'm tryna say All I do is load my mag, I'm ready for that

Time of day Put in BTA to all these motherfuckers who trying say

Huh Yeah, Marsh, you lame, you ain't never ever

Gonna get no fame Wait, what, yeah, let's keep it buck

Your whole catalog trash, we know that We can go song for song

Duke it out until Dawn Oh, Marsh but they really don't want it alright

So I'll turn around and dance Don't need no guns, I'll slap that damn hair line

And I'll slap it back alright, they tryna play some

Tryna play with me, put a bullet in your mom Wasn't tryna go there

It's kinda crazy when you know I care Yeah, we strappin' back

Got bullets for the mag, I second that Gettin' tired

Wait, should I put the mic down? Oh, nah, nah, this job's not finished

They tryna play me, what they don't want the image? Yeah, tryna roll down

Cruising through your neighborhood now People lookin' back, they starin

I look up, I see you're glarin' Oh, that's your chain, nah

It's been mine, I'm takin' it back ah, Like nah, nah, nah

I been goin' through so much, you can see it in my eyes

Can't look back, told mama, look up, I ain't gonna cry

Yeah, what's that? All the success that I got in the sky

Yeah, we start first Yeah, the money talks

Yeah, my heart hurts Off the Adderall

Do you love me? Or was it fake

Just tell me I really need to know

Yeah, right now hm, hm, hm

I been really runnin' on this beat, yeah, I stun it

Yeah, your bitch, she for dinner Yeah, fuck Molly, we got his bitch though

Oh, yeah