Yeah, **** (Uh, uh)

Tss, tss, tss

They thought this shit was little

They thought this shit was little

Just know I'm givin' it to you, ****, uh-huh, uh-huh

Yeah, yeah

Been through a lot of bang-outs (Bang-outs), we hit they block where they hang out (Where they hang out)

He want fame, got killed for clout (Uh-huh)

Locked in jam, don't run my mouth (Uh-huh)

I was just fucked up on the couch (On the couch), I had to find my own route (My route)

I'm tryna see what he rappin' 'bout (What he rappin')

I was slippin' out of bounds (Uh-huh), but I'm still hittin' in foul ground (Boom)

In the county, got beat down 'cause your bros is nowhere found (They not)

I ain't playin' in these songs, we catch that rap ****, take him down (Ayy, take him)

Been had "Chosen" on my face 'cause I knew I was gon' get us out (Uh-huh)

And I walked a lot of miles, before he play, I gun him down (Yeah)

And a bitch can't be around this shit, she don't get down, use her mouth (Like give that head)

They was laughin' at Ten, now they want a song, get the fuck from 'round (Like fuck them ****)

I'll beef with the town before I go out like a clown (Huh, uh-huh)

And this bitch was playin' in my face and fuckin' my ****, but say I'm foul (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh)

Stand over him and turn his fuckin' smile to a frown (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

We treat opps like Rolling Loud, we smoke dead **** out the pound

Whip out fye, all you hear is, "Grraow," **** get low, now hear that sound (Foom, boom, boom)

Four-pound, put it to his head and tell him, "Give it up" (Give it up)

My **** bunk in the broad day, I swear we don't give no fuck (No fucks)

**** lost his life, he was movin' too quick, that's what got him plucked (Got him plucked)

And we four deep with two choppers, ridin' in a dually truck (The dually truck)

**** lost his life, got plucked (Uh-huh)

See a opp one deep, he flushed (Uh-huh)

No more loves, I'm just tryna fuck (Uh-huh)

Lil' bruh top shooter, he comin' in clutch (Yeah)

Yeah

Been through a lot of bang-outs, we hit they block where they hang out

He want fame, got killed for clout

Locked in jam, don't run my mouth

I was just fucked up on the couch, I had to find my own route

I'm tryna see what he rappin' 'bout (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I was slippin' out of bounds, but I'm still hittin' in foul ground (Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)

In the county, got beat down 'cause your bros is nowhere found (Uh-huh, pussy)

I ain't playin' in these songs, we catch that rap ****, take him down

Been had "Chosen" on my face 'cause I knew I was gon' get us out (Huh)

And I walked a lot of miles, before he play, I gun him down (Like, boom)

And a bitch can't be around this shit, she don't get down, use her mouth (Like give that head)

They was laughin' at Ten, now they want a song, get the fuck from 'round (Like fuck them ****)

I'll beef with the town before I go out like a clown (Can't go out crazy)

And this bitch was playin' in my face and fuckin' my ****, but say I'm foul (Was fuckin' my ****)

Stand over him and turn his fuckin' smile to a frown (Like stand over him)

Yeah, ****

We stand over shit, ****

D$O, 10k, ****