Like, J1 with the flames, bro (Grr-ah, grr-ah, grr-ah, grr-ah)

It's that Dudeylo ****, man, every fuckin' track, you heard? (Grrah, 'rrah)

Chee on the beat ('rrah, 'rrah)

Grahh-grahh

I said, every fuckin' track, you heard?

It's that DudeyLo ****, man

Grrah, grahh, 'rrah, 'rrah

Every opp shot, ****, grahh ('Rrah, 'rrah)

Ayy yo, James, you ready to go crazy ****? ('Rrah, 'rrah)

Glah, glah

Ahh

They ain't wanna talk, they just diss on the set

Like, how many **** got wacked?

Hop out on they block, now it's time to play catch

Like, word to bro, we gon' leave somethin' flat

What he said, oh he think that he with it?

We can't find em', we flock at his Miss's

Lay, Nay, Blay, missin'

It's a joke, oh he think that I'm kidding?

Real life, still these shots they gon' hit him

They rather me dead, but I'm still on my pivot

Big knocka, why would I box?

Top shotta, I let it flock

Free Move Look, brodie stuck on the rock, like

Free Move Look, brodie stuck on the-

I told RG to get em', he gettin' em' gone

That's my brother, I'm takin' that risk if he wrong

And you know that's it's back to the basics

Like, they really know that I'm one of the greatest

I'mma just up it and flame it

Like, most of these **** ain't gettin' no paper

And they know I'm a boss, like rockin' Dior, know that shit has a cost

And I gotta get far

Like they know that Crazy is really a star

Slippin', we caught him in traffic

Like, I'mma up it and blast it

Most of you **** be rappers

Like I'm in the field and I'm shootin' like Madden

Bitches be droppin the Lo'

Like, that's how that **** got caught up in traffic

If you got a strap better blow

Like, he really died with his pole, it's tragic

Ayo James, it's time to go crazy

Let him rock with with the lean, then we leavin' him lazy

Fuck the drill, all them **** is babies

I threw 5 on that block, yeah I know that they hate me

I'm a demon like look at my eyes

Do a drill in Amiri's like fuck a disguise

Leg shot leave him alive (Lee, Gatti)

Head shot, now he gotta die

Head, Shoulders, Knees, Toes

Aim at the muddy, then leave me alone

Wasn't there, how the fuck you my bro?

C'mere baby, like give me ya throat

You got an hour, then I gotta go

I get mad then I don't wanna joke

Tell bro, just throw through the coat

He gon' catch about four if he step in the store

And we might just creep on they block for them **** who said that they want it, yeah you **** really soft (Look)

Like I got some youngins', you know that they gunners

Free them ****, they fightin' a body

Like my **** fightin' a Homi'

Got some **** that's up and they gettin' money

But you know that them killas behind me

I put pain in my music

When I jump on a track, I go stupid

Like, most of them **** that say that they gettin' money, I can tell you **** is losin'

Me and Dudey' goin' back to back

Like, most of these rappers is really wack

We be sendin' them shots where ya fitted at

Like, we know them **** don't really get into that

(Gang, uh let's go)