Yo, we jump out whatever as long as it push

**** get hit up and turned into Kush

Won't even smoke on that ****, he bush

They don't talk on the guys 'cause they know what we do

So tell me, the fuck would he diss?

**** they snakin', I'm hearing them hiss

Why do they hate on the kid like I'm Chris?

I'm too up in the cut right now, on the left is a G and the right is a Smith

Don't get me pissed 'cause I'll rise off the hip

After the R.O., we switch out the dip

Jakes at my door and they giving me shit

Yo, I see them creepin' and plotting on me and they hoping I slip

We don't bounce out with less than fifteen in the clip

Yo, even G30 came with a Kriss

Gone off a perky, don't need to sip

I'm dozing off, I'm high as a

I'm dozing off, you see that I'm busting

I'm kicked on the couch, I'm fresh off of a blitz

Before I get dropped to the crib, I always make sure that I switch out my fits

Look, if I hop out this car, you're not getting far

I came with a switch on the back of my Glock

You **** are goofs, I don't wanna par

You **** are hoes, not playing your block

(Ffpt, ffpt, ffpt)

The sound of the button

I'm playing my block with a box and I'm clutching

This **** gon' diss, we pop out and slump him

Filled up his wheels and we cut like it's nothing

They came to the 'Ville, they thought he was bluffing

Popped out the bush with my knocks and I dumped it

Dumping my Glock, I'm not with the fuck shit

I'm bridging my knock if I catch him in public

Glock in my hand, TEC on my waist

I can't even bop, I do not wanna dance

These **** just diss, they don't wanna blitz

Got shot in his leg, he still ran on his mans

Kid, what the fuck is your plan?

From the FaceTime, get **** clapped

Dumb as fuck showing us where you're at

You think we're not coming, we came for a hat

She couldn't believe she was leaving with me

If she got the drizz, she gon' give it to me

She gave me the lo' and I came with the team

**** ducking it low when I'm beating the neens

Yo, we jump out whatever as long as it push

**** get hit up and turned into Kush

Won't even smoke on that ****, he bush

They don't talk on the guys 'cause they know what we do

So tell me, the fuck would he diss?

****, they snakin', I'm hearing them hiss

Why do they hate on the kid like I'm Chris?

I'm too up in the cut right now, on the left is a G and the right is a Smith

Don't get me pissed 'cause I'll rise off the hip

After the R.O., we switch out the dip

Jakes at my door and they giving me shit

Yo, I see them creepin' and plotting on me and they hoping I slip

We don't bounce out with less than fifteen in the clip