[Intro: IDK]
Ayy, woo
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Uh-huh, uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-huh, uh, uh-uh, uh

[Chorus: Xanman]
Put a chop to his head like he special ed, Xan got a big .40
And I'll still put it down and then wreck his ass, blood all over the scene
Blood on the scene, it look like a maxipad, Indian plug, hold up
That n***a got work in a taxi cab and I still got grams in a plastic bag
Bullet goin', brrt, bullet goin', brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey

[Verse 1: Xanman]
Bitch, I'm not a human being, I'm a walking Michael Myers movie scene
Bust all over her face, she told her n***a it's acne removal cream
Swimmin' in that water, she call me big daddy, bitch, I'm Scuba Steve
All of these internet n***as, they need gigabytes and computer screens
Kickdoor, move ass up in the glizzy
21 Jump Street, n***as be Schmidty
Walk down 'cause these n***as be sissies
My family proud, they callin' me sticky
Big four of Wock', we ain't sippin' on whiskey
Pull up with a fifty, they call me Ulysses
Grant my shooter with dreads, he know we gon' man that
Moonwalkin' like Mike Jack, I got spandex
Thirty bands, got a bougie bitch implants
Rolex watch, they askin' like "Where Ben 10 at?"
I'm servin' that shit like Maddy
Throwin' Scooby Snacks, "Okay Raggie"
I hit on a bitch, she like, "Okay, daddy"
Went to jail, had a big Glock spazzin'
Choppa make him flip, he do gymnastics
N***a play with them automatics
Brrt, bullet goin', brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey
[Chorus: Xanman]
Put a chop to his head like he special ed, Xan got a big .40
And I'll still put it down and then wreck his ass, blood all over the scene
Blood on the scene, it look like a maxipad, Indian plug, hold up
That n***a got work in a taxi cab and I still got grams in a plastic bag
Bullet goin', brrt, bullet goin', brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey

[Verse 2: IDK]
Ayy, how the fuck you a plug with no work?
How the fuck you a killer, no dirt?
Shooter shoot like DaBaby, he Kirk
Give his family the blues like a Smurf
Used to trap off the phone with a chirp
Servin' outta KD off the earth
All my n***as been G from the birth
Send him up, now he sleepin' in church
You can leave it or not, you can see what I'm worth
Shake him up and shoot, I call him Durk
She get on top, she gonna squirt
She say it hurt 'cause it got girth
If I got a bag, she get a purse, sike
Bustin', I'm bustin' a swerve right
I gotta take me a trip, flight
Is he a man or a bitch, dyke
Ha, ha-ha-ha, I wanna LaFerrari with the top down
Ha, ha-ha-ha, I'm doin' pretty good for a Largo drop out
Ha, ha-ha-ha, say he had heat, it's cool 'cause I'm hot now
Ha, ha-ha-ha, now we in a buildin', these n***as locked out
[Pre-Chorus: Xanman & IDK, both]
Brrt, bullet goin', (Ayy), brrt, brrt, brrt (Ayy, ayy)
Hey, hey, hey

[Chorus: Xanman]
Put a chop to his head like he special ed, Xan got a big .40
And I'll still put it down and then wreck his ass, blood all over the scene
Blood on the scene, it look like a maxipad, Indian plug, hold up
That n***a got work in a taxi cab and I still got grams in a plastic bag
Bullet goin', brrt, bullet goin', brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey