Bitch, ah-ha (ayo, X nine)

(Bitch)

Uh, what? (Gang, gang)

I ain't spinnin' with no **** if I gotta question you

This new Glock, it hit a ****, it kill a **** right next to you (bah)

They say that that lil' boy savage, they don't know he extra brew' (they don't know he extra goofy)

When them shots get to spittin', ten milli' bullets go extra through (brrt, brrt, brrt, dummy)

If you diss up on the gang, I catch you lackin', I'm stretchin' you (I'ma stretch your ass)

Pour a four up in my pop and I call Tay for extra juice (for extra red)

I can't fuck up on my bop because I don't even know what she gon' put me through

But if you try to put me through, I'm sendin' shots right at your boo (grrah, grrah)

I could post up on the nine, we call that bitch the fuckin' zoo (that's my shit, ****)

I be still bendin' blocks, all way from Chatham to Woodlawn too (I be lookin' for the opps, ****)

And if I gave your ass a pass, that was just God blessin' you (that blessin' you, ****)

And if I ever sign a deal, I'ma have bronem flexin' too (you know who we doin' it for)

Pop a 90, that's three pills, and I call Percs for extra boost (for extra boost, ****)

This new striker go too fast, I tap the gas for extra boost (yoom)

That lil' bitch, she wanna fuck, just call your friend, I'm stretchin' two (I'm stretchin' two hoes)

You can't run from these bullets, if you do, they catchin' you (they catchin' you, dude)

Man, your ass not a savage, you ain't got a hat or two (a hat or two)

Hit his bitch and I even ain't tell him 'cause that's some shit a rat'll do

We was ridin' through the opps, I saw one lackin'

I'm stretchin' you, haha (oh, damn, I saw one lackin', I'm stretchin' dude)

Caught one **** lackin' at the store

Tried to run, but you know he too slow

Five shots, he stretched in the door

Then lil' 'cause gave him ten more

Drac' loud like a bomb when I blow

Rollie dance like a light to the show

Step back, don't get too close

Don't think, all I do is just blow (brrt)

A hundred shots ain't enough, I need more (I need more)

Caught one **** lackin' in a bowl (lackin' in a bowl)

He looked up like he saw a fuckin' ghost (a fuckin' ghost)

He dead, won't get up no more (get up no more)

He dead, gon' miss him for sure (miss him for sure)

With the Drac', boy, you know I'm too cold (know I'm too cold)

Hold on, Ari callin' my phone

Bitch, I don't play games, I'm grown (bitch, I'm grown)

Fuck his bitch, give me top, and I'm gone (vyoom)

50 shots in my Glock and I'm blowin' (brrt)

I'm scorin', this shit free-throwin' (brrt)

She hoin', I'm already knowin' (brrt, brrt)

I don't really even trust no ho

I don't really even trust no bitch

One thing a **** trust is Draco, me, I'ma shoot this bitch

This bitch, it ain't got kick

This bitch, it ain't gon' switch

Got 50s with that switch, you talk and get hit in your shit

I'm really from the hood and, ****, you can't claim this shit

79 Bloodhound, that's the gang, lil' bitch (bitch)