(How the fuck you say your name, twin?)

Yeah, put a button on the back of the 17, ****, I don't cap, let's do it

Yeah, keep all that, no cap, uh

Huh, just put a switch on the back of the 17, ****, I don't cap, let's do it

Wanna knock me off the map, let's do it

**** shoot at me, I shoot back, let's do it

**** stay dissin', but never do shit, **** be cap in they music

Everywhere I go, bitch, I'm packin' a tooly

All of my bros say, "What's brackin'?" They boolin'

But I don't need no gang, I stay to myself, **** stay with that blick

I ain't really goin' for the internet diss

Mention my name, then get hit with that shit

Thought these hoes wasn't fuckin' off, heard that I fucked, that boy was sick

Her pussy stank, it givin' that pit

Straight clappin' shit up, ****, I ain't tryna hit

Better stop ridin' around in that whip 'fore I give you some shit that these folks can't fit

'Member days I ain't have shit, now everybody wanna rob me, probably wanna fuck my bitch

Rather just rock out regular 30, I don't really like them fuckin' crits

****, I can name some shit I clapped, on Ru 5, ****, I ain't goin' for shit

She be callin' me brother, but we ain't even got the same mother, the bitch is a freak under cover

**** gon' die for puttin' that blick on my brother, I'm gettin' off like no other

Shoot up the whip, he can't get out, dropped so many shells, that **** was smothered

Kick the bitch out when I fuck, I'm a punter

See an opp face to face, **** know I'ma blunt him

She like, "Raq Baby, what that mean?" Huh, put his ass straight in a 'Wood

I don't wanna talk, bitch, suck on the wood

Anything that another **** do, we do it

Bro, if it's smoke, we ain't gotta do no chit-chat, ****, let's get straight to it

Glock 21, this bitch got hella kickback, like how this bitch movin'

Uh, say what? Raq just told me she goin', so fuck it, I don't wanna hit her

She know how I get, whenever I'm fuckin', I be on some freak shit, fuck 'round and bit her (What?)

This a two-man drill, whatever we get on this lick, we gon' go home and split down the middle

They thinkin' he gangster 'cause his ass be screamin' and puttin' guns in his Triller

These **** be hoes for real, I'm sick of all this shit

Just put a G-Flex and a Kriss Vec' on the Glock, no dodgin' it (****)

You fuck with them, can't fuck with me, you better not call me bitch (On God)

If you would've never tried to cross me out, then we would've all been rich (Uh, say what?)

Fell in love with my Glock, it's somethin' about it, can't put it down (What?)

We treat these **** like dogs, he get out of line and we puttin' him down

YCOE, **** can't fuck with this shit, keep tryna put him down

You don't know about DG? **** ain't playin' with this shit, you better go ask around (On God)

Huh, just put a switch on the back of the 17, ****, I don't cap, let's do it

Wanna knock me off the map, let's do it

**** shoot at me, I shoot back, let's do it

**** stay dissin', but never do shit, **** be cap in they music

Everywhere I go, bitch, I'm packin' a tooly

All of my bros say, "What's brackin'?" They boolin'

But I don't need no gang, I stay to myself, **** stay with that blick

I ain't really goin' for the internet diss

Mention my name, then get hit with that shit

Thought these hoes wasn't fuckin' off, heard that I fucked, that boy was sick

Her pussy stank, it givin' that pit

Straight clappin' shit up, ****, I ain't tryna hit