[Chorus]
Yeah huh, we up in Dallas with them sticks
I'm up in Bali with yo' bitch
Swing yo' stick, lil n***a don't flinch
You's a lil boy, I'ma stay on the bitch
Said you was gangsta but you went and told on the bros
N***a make it make sense
She a lil boujee bitch, she tryna ride on my pole
Talkin' nasty up in French
Light up his brain
Get back game, we spin
Had to go pray to the Devil cause I'm finna sin
Y'all tried to play with my brudda, now lil KayB gotta go flash out a kidneys
And I put that shit on my motha
Catch lil Beno then them bullets rippin' through his skin
Choppas up in that Benz
Catch him in traffic, n***a better have some tint
Yeah you can rap bout that chain, but look here n***a, we finna rap off your brains
These n***as really be broke
Signed to a labеl and all got the same chain
Watch how we up thе sco'
Book a show in Houston, we gon' show you how to bang
You picked up jewelry off the floor
Then got on the gram like you took it, n***a you a hoe
Lil KayB back on that shit
Jewelry all on my wrist, n***a come take this
And if I was at that show, woulda been too turnt up tryna shank some shit
Talkin' 'bout swing yo' pole, lil Rino bashed you in yo' shit, how you ain't blow?
I be on pure dope
[Verse]
Homicide what?
Y'all pullin' hair like some hoes
We got blicks on blicks
Draco got some tits, man it's gon' blitz
Pop that bitch like a zit
Forty ball up on ya' head, tryna get ya' hit
Meechie be the one I pick
Bitch ass n***a, you a fuckin' walking lick
Big ass choppa got some kick
Stolen guns in our possession, you know how we get

[Chorus]
We up in Dallas with them sticks
I'm up in Bali with yo' bitch
Swing yo' stick, lil n***a don't flinch
You's a lil boy, I'ma stay on the bitch
Said you was gangsta but you went and told on the bros
N***a make it make sense
She a lil boujee bitch, she tryna ride on my pole
Talkin' nasty up in French
Light up his brain
Get back game, we spin
Had to go pray to the Devil cause I'm finna sin
Y'all tried to play with my brudda, now lil KayB gotta go flash out a kidneys
And I put that shit on my motha
Catch lil Beno then them bullets rippin' through his skin
Choppas up in that Benz
Catch him in traffic, n***a better have some tint
Yeah you can rap bout that chain, but look here n***a, we finna rap off your brains
These n***as really be broke
Signed to a label and all got the same chain
Watch how we up the sco'
Book a show in Houston, we gon' show you how to bang
You picked up jewelry off the floor
Then got on the gram like you took it, n***a you a hoe
Lil KayB back on that shit
Jewelry all on my wrist, n***a come take this
And if I was at that show, woulda been too turnt up tryna shank some shit
Talkin' 'bout swing yo' pole, lil Rino bashed you in yo' shit, how you ain't blow?
I be on pure dope