[Intro]
(Turn me up Juu)
Hey Jourdan, haha
Hey, Mob
Ha, turn me up Jourdan (Uh)
Fuck they talking 'bout n***a? N***as ain't ready (Mob)
And I'm on a trip again, haha
I'm on this shit again, haha
And again, haha
They don't think I could switch it up on them at all
I ain't fucking around
Wopo is a big time n***a, real drug dealer

[Chorus]
I done did a lot of shit
Why would I put my heart into a n***a I won't slide with?
He talk behind his homie back and don't think that's no foul shit
I come through, check my watch, I blow, get low soon as that time click
That switch hit off so fast it ain't no way you gon' time the bitch
If she on the market I'm buying the bitch
Catch him, he know that I'm firing the stick
Pressure, you know I'm applying this shit
Them youngings, they coming through, hitting no bricks
I rob, I mob, I stay with a glick
With n***as that I been in combat with
If you hear a bomb, you know it's a stick
[Verse]
Bitch, I get the packs gone, still flip 'em
I know all the opps, I know all their bitches
Knock a n***a head in and leave him dizzy
Thirty in the Glock and fifty in the drizzy
Hitting off this Drac'll knock him off his pivot
I'ma drop the tints I catch a n***a slipping
Standing over shorty, cook him like a biscuit
I done got a deal but still a known killer
How you from the opps and I don't know you n***as?
How I'm just a rapper standing over n***as?
Twenty-Fifteen I was pulling triggers
Baba, that's the only n***a that was with me
N***as went to school, n***as kept dissing
They thought I was bluffing 'til I came fishing
Hitting everything moving, we ain't missing
I done learned actions better than you talk it
N***as know the plug, I done met the socket
I done been to traps, vacants and apartments
N***a got a lot of heart until I stopped it
Deep up in the pussy got the bitch farting
Funny-ass n***as, I should call 'em Martin
Got [?]
Got a [?], might start mobbing
Who the fuck spin with single-shot Glocks?
I put a hundred-shot clip in the chopper
Talking 'bout a bitch and she ain't even proper
I got a bitch who love me and toxic
Five-five-sixes jumping out the cartridge
Couple of 'em hit 'em, bet his ass drop
Let 'em get close, filled his ass up
Let them n***as know, I ain't mask up, mob!
[Chorus]
I done did a lot of shit
Why would I put my heart into a n***a I won't slide with?
He talk behind his homie back and don't think that's no foul shit
I come through, check my watch, I blow, get low soon as that time click
That switch hit off so fast it ain't no way you gon' time the bitch
If she on the market I'm buying the bitch
Catch him, he know that I'm firing the stick
Pressure, you know I'm applying this shit
Them youngings, they coming through, hitting no bricks
I rob, I mob, I stay with a glick
With n***as that I been in combat with
If you hear a bomb, you know it's a stick