[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, hold on
They see me go too crazy
Let's fucking go
Yeah

[Verse]
Look him in the eyes when I murdered him
Pat just like Dave Blunts, he always got some purple stuff
We like Nascars, we spun in that circuit, huh
I'm still shooting, he old as hell, that boy 31
High as hell and I'm flying like a bird or sum'n
Can't let the police pull us over, we got thirty guns
Why you flexing and you broke? Go to work lil' bruh
Sitting in my house high as hell smoking terps and stuff
That n***a tried to press charges on me, got the first punch
Money means I was eating with Jesus at the first lunch
Packed her up with Methamphetamine, that was my first slut
Opp's said the finna kill me, you ain't [?]
Sip you like some liquor, bitch n***a, put you in red cup
I told him that he should've stopped dissing with his dead butt
Made him look like my Hellcat, I gave him red guts
Squigga made that song and I think that that's his best one
Made a fat ass batch of French Percs, had to test one
He really wanted to fight, one-two, Pat just slept him
That n***a ran and got away? Nah, we finna get him
Had your boy on a cup of juice, we had to rent him
Made your n***a switch sides since got more fire power
How this Za' got me in the sky, I'm a sugar glider
I'm rich as hell even on Fortnite, I got the secret glider
I piped her but she wouldn't let go, I swear I couldn't fight her
Your bitch was looking at these gold chains, now I'm all inside her
Every time I get mad, tell her to leave, that bitch get excited
Every word that comes out of my mouth, you know it's getting cited
I went and copped my bitch a BBL then I didn't like it
She thought that I was cheating 'cause of my songs, but I didn't write it
Bae, I didn't write it
Hold on, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah