[Intro]
Doodie in this bitch
[Chorus]
Think his ass hot, put that fan on him (Gah)
Get his ass killed, put some bands on him (Bitch)
Free the real n***as out that can, homie (Let's get it)
I know some real n***as, I can't speak on 'em (Yeah)
I know where you hang, where you hide out (Where you hide out)
We are not the same, n***a, you won't ride out (Bitch)
Pull up with that flame, bang, then that fire out
Them shells hit yo fuckin' torso, then it's time out (Boom, boom, boom boom)
[Verse 1]
Pussy n***a had shot me, get my leg back
I'ma slide to your party, fuckin' kick back
We ain't givin' away passes, this ain't Six Flags
Last n***a got shot got a shit bag
High speed on the 12, made him zig-zag
Get the profits, put it down like a Kit Kat
And that fuckin' 40, yeah, that six pack
Shoot one, we kill three, get that gift back
Finna get a fuckin' striaght, put some shoes on it
Batting 2K, I won't lose on it
I be off the lane, I don't snooze on 'em
Fuck with us, you gon' make the news, homie (Let's get it)
[Chorus]
Think his ass hot, put that fan on him (Gah)
Get his ass killed, put some bands on him (Bitch)
Free the real n***as out that can, homie (Let's get it)
I know some real n***as, I can't speak on 'em (Yeah)
I know where you hang, where you hide out (Where you hide out)
We are not the same, n***a, you won't ride out (Bitch)
Pull up with that flame, bang, then that fire out
Them shells hit yo fuckin' torso, then it's time out (Boom, boom, boom boom)
[Verse 2]
Mans gon' do a hit when it's black out
Sold a hundred Ps in the trap house
I'm that fuckin' n***a n***as rap 'bout
Fuck a n***a bitch quick 'til she tap out
Actin' like a fuckin' fool in that AMG
Don't make a wrong move, don't you play with me
Down 57 South, I get 'em A to Z
And I never went to school, don't know my ABCs
But I can count money like it's 1, 2, 3
And everywhere I go, you know it's guns with me
And the bullets sting like they bumblebees
N***a, I'm a king, I'm a humble beast
[Chorus]
Think his ass hot, put that fan on him (Gah)
Get his ass killed, put some bands on him (Bitch)
Free the real n***as out that can, homie (Let's get it)
I know some real n***as, I can't speak on 'em (Yeah)
I know where you hang, where you hide out (Where you hide out)
We are not the same, n***a, you won't ride out (Bitch)
Pull up with that flame, bang, then that fire out
Them shells hit yo fuckin' torso, then it's time out (Boom, boom, boom boom)
