(Yoyo the producer)

Mhm, mhm, mhm

Bo Jackson ****

Mhm, **** know what's up with me ****

This working shit in me

Where the fuck was you at when shit got greasy?

It's winter time, upgraded my Glock had to bring out the drizzy

I'm a rapper but I still kill ****

By my lonely I jump out in tune and when I do what I do

I don't care if his mother come out, I'm still gon' shoot

Pop out with a 100k bad bitch and I switch lanes in this two-door coupe

I been home nine months and I caught plus two

Them B's ain't nothing, you got to stand over top

It's getting cold ****, put holes in his Moose

He thought shit was sweet, I put Drac' on his ass for moving too loose

I be popping them Xan's, I be loose as a screw

I be watching his ass, he know I'ma kill his ass too

I get that 7.62 and that .300 Black

On Kat I wish them **** stood over Blu

I be creeping and watching, **** don't got a clue

If we beefing, keep shit quiet

We could have a standoff, I'll come where you at and I'll shoot

We ain't squashing no beef, what the fuck is a truce?

By myself with that Drac', he stepped out of that door

And you know it was the end of his day

He had cash on his head so his ass head to lay

And I don't be rapping about money, when I drop this album they're gon' pay me 300

And I don't really care about rap, I'm stuck in them cars tryna catch me a bucket

And my Drac' so dirty, I was bumping and rolling, the wood fell off of that bitch (No cap)

And I stand over top when I catch me a Ten and I love to leave shit twitching (Mhm mhm, I leave shit twitching)

That's if he want to hang with them killers

I don't care if you beef, can't run from them missiles

Gon' earn you a striker, jump out like—

KKK, I'ma kill me a **** (I'ma crack me a ****)

Opp **** like twelve years old but I'ma crack his ass when he get a lil' bigger (Ok I'ma wait)

I don't care who you is, I'm deep in the streets, I don't underestimate no **** (At all)

This working shit in me

Where the fuck was you at when shit got greasy? (Where the fuck was you at?)

It's winter time, upgraded my Glock had to bring out the drizzy

I'm a rapper but I still kill ****

By my lonely I jump out in tune and when I do what I do

I don't care if his mother come out, I'm still gon' shoot

Pop out with a 100k bad bitch and I switch lanes in this two-door coupe

I been home nine months and I caught plus two (Mhm mhm)

Them B's ain't nothing, you got to stand over top

It's getting cold ****, put holes in his Moose

He thought shit was sweet, I put Drac' on his ass for moving too loose (Mhm)

I be popping them Xan's, I be loose as a screw

I be watching his ass, he know I'ma kill his ass too

I get that 7.62 and that .300 Black

On Kat I wish them **** stood over Blu (I'ma crack me a ****)

(I wish they would've stood over his dumbass, **** long live Blu ****, no cap I'm smoking his ass right now in the studio)