Bitch, if you hang with them ****, we smokin' you too

Bow, boom, boom, your dumb ass ain't ready to die, uh, uh

Yeah, come on

Bitch, if you hang with them ****, we smokin' you too

Know your dumb ass ain't ready to die

You wanna be in them vids, better have you a tool

Since you wanna go, pick you a side

I go designer, my fit go amiri My shoe

Glock tucked to my waist, so don't try

You callin' my phone, if it ain't about pape it

Can wait, I don't wanna chat, I hit decline

Bitch, I'm in the booth, just me and some killers

We smokin' you too if you fuck with them ****

Green ass hoe wanna post in a triller

We pop out blitzin, hit you and your sister

I take a hoe, make her do what I say

But soon as she get to trippin, I dismiss her

He think he tough, cause he got em a IG persona

I bet he cry he feel this pistol

Lil bro say he trappin, think he movin weight well I'm clutchin' some shit, a make ya loose some

He tried to slime, felt heat to the face

That **** ain't check, but his brain still numb

Get to it, touch new paper Every day, opps broke, when he die, he gon' need to Gofund

You postin' your switch every day, you work for the police

Cause we know you ain't droppin' no bombs

Bitch, if you hang with the opps, then you might get smoked

Better have you a gun, you gon' die if you loaf

Glock tucked all under my all black coat

Freak hoe get to trippin, tryna drive the boat

After we leave the function, I'm stuffin' her throat

Then get back to the trap, finna roll up some dope

Wood full of bro, who got left by the sto

This shit smoke like some terps get to burnin' my throat

These **** be cappin' for what

Like, why do yall go to the yo and dry mention my brother

Boy, that shit come with consequences

But they beatin' me to it broke ass opps shootin' each other

I ain't been with my twin in a minute

We pop out with two 21's dunkin' shit like I'm Butler

He was postin' that blick on the gram

But I seen him, he loafin, he lucky, I ain't wanna pluck him

Yeah, yeah, he tried to slime, got put in his three-five

Know I be smokin' dead, opps on the daily

**** be pussy, I'm callin' em Feline

Hit at his wig if you think he gon' play me

You want some za, know I get this shit to you

My brudda put them packs in the mail like Da baby

G-26 with a extended clip, I'ma shoot you

This bitch here don't come with no safety

This bitch here don't come with no safety

****, yeah, I'ma shoot you

This bitch here didn't come with no safety

Dumbass **** thinkin' he can play me

I'm in the spot runnin, like I'm, yeah

Keep all that