Any **** that sayin, it's beef with the gang Little brother pull up and stop him

Black mask on me, I feel like bane Take'

Over the world, what the fuck is a Gotham

Mr Balenciaga with the nocta I'm gettin' to The bands, what the fuck is your problem

Bitch so bad, yeah, she my problem Bitch so Bad, yeah, she my problem

Pull up in that Lam' truck, I can't give a one, two, three, not a damn fuck

I call my brother, and he pullin' up in silence

Yeah, I hit that bitch one time and she said, Deli, you so childish

So what bitch I'm vibin', so what bitch I'm vibin

Yeah, I hit that bitch one time and she said, Deli, you so childish

So what bitch I'm vibin', so what bitch I'm vibin

Brother pull up and he blow, **** wanna run Up

I'm sorry about that, yeah, he meet the four, to His forehead

Bitch said she love me, go, hey, go, go, go

I'm tryna get them racks up again

Pull up to party with sticks in this bitch, we got FN

I'm with my dawgs, runnin' from the Jakes Hide The FN

It's a rockstar party, you can't get in

Switch in the back and it's going kaboom

I step in the room, highest in the room

Brother pull up with a stick and he blow

Brother pull up with a stick and he blow

I see you, little bullshit in the rearview

I'm young legend, you gotta pay yo dues

Glock breathe fire, all you hear is the boom

Yeah, sip it too much, got my head in a rush

Step in the bitch and we heating it up

Step in the bitch and we heating it up

Any **** that's sayin, it's beef with the gang

Little brother pull up and stop em

Black mask on me, I feel like Bane

Take on the world, the fuck is a Gotham

Mr. Balenciaga with the nocta

Yeah, I'm gettin' to the bands, what the fuck is your problem