I couldn't believe it

Soon as I bought my Cuban chain, she called me back

Soon as I iced out my wrist, she got attached

And see on dates you see this glizzy got attachments

For all these bitch-ass **** that try circle back

Sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance

Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'gram

Say free my ****, swing his knife all in the can

You see that cutter cuttin' shit, he wind up dead

Boy, play with me, we got Glocks and BMDs

And there's a difference from a robber and a thief

Taliban ain't do no drugs, but when he kill shit, he get geeked

I knew that **** was dead when he popped up on my feed

My opps, they crippin', but lately they had to bleed

See, uh, that Glock right on my lap, not under the seat

Free my ****, he a nightmare, he a dream

Hit the floor, pray for my **** for the mail they won't receive

They got my **** behind the wall

And Crodie kill so much shit that he had to find Allah

And murder, murder, murder, we broke more shit than the law

Lil' bitch, I hit that beat and walk that shit just like a park

On lil' bro, put them youngins in the car and tell them go

Wrap the plug, if we can't get to him, wrap his little bro

From the 6ix, but I got thirty-six all in the brick

My OG, he so goofy, he ain't know that I was hit

I couldn't believe it

Soon as I bought my Cuban chain, she called me back

Soon as I iced out my wrist, she got attached

And see on dates you see this glizzy got attachments

For all these bitch-ass **** that try circle back

Sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance

Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'gram

Say free my ****, swing his knife all in the can

You see that cutter cuttin' shit, he wind up dead

Uh, thought he was a shooter till he got his ass shot

Ain't runnin' out of money, bitch, we runnin' out of opps

Just caught a play for 10 thousand, I spent that shit on Glocks

He spent ten on his chain, he should've saved it for a box

So I hopped out with that ARP and knocked him out his socks

He called my phone laughing, told me, "Watch that shit on Fox"

They thought 'cause I got money that the murders gon' stop, nah

I'm on that frontline in the trenches with my ahks

Ain't stoppin' till they all dead, I put that on the code

My **** down the road doing life without parole

That fake-ass gangsta image he portray got exposed

When he went in front the judge and he told

I couldn't believe it

Soon as I bought my Cuban chain, she called me back

Soon as I iced out my wrist, she got attached

And see on dates you see this glizzy got attachments

For all these bitch-ass **** that try circle back

Sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance

Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'gram

Say free my ****, swing his knife all in the can

You see that cutter cuttin' shit, he wind up dead