[Intro]
Gah damn bit' you trippin
Uh, uh
Ah

[Verse: Raq baby]
Momma say "stay up on that porch, you be with gang members"
We can't go out bad we smackin shit I'm with them same n***as
952-0 we ion give a fuck bout what you claim n***a
You sent them last shooters, yo last n***a 'had lost his brain n***a
N***as know what the fuck it is when I hop out with 5ive n' nem
Can't bring no n***as up in this party if he ain't gang we robbin him
Got them labels all on my dick, they like "he hard, we signing him"
You a pussy I heard them n***as had took yo gun I can't be kind to him
Said you made me run I always got my gun 'n***a why you lyin a him?
Bitch I'm smackin shit I'm the reason that his lil bitch won't spend no time with him
Don't come around that lazy shit, me and my gang bitch' we grind in here
Can't be inside the trap if a n***a scared to do a crimе in here
Sending B's straight to ya door, I should bе a mail man
All that shit I said before, I should be a dead man
N***a I'm tryna up the score, Ion give a fuck what you said man
Said he walk passed by the store why the fuck he still got legs then?
Bitch we outside who the fuck that said they wanna send it up?
N***a stop lyin'
Can't see you at the red light, better buck
Cause we out slimin'
When I enter to the city, yo chain tucked
N***a stop cryin'
You pussy n***as ain't outside
[Verse: ?]
See me, im known for walkin' shit I'll die fore I be paralyzed
2 Glocks, 2 scopes to piece me face-to-face just like a pair of eyes
Don't no n***a want smoke with us' I told y'all that shit several times
How the fuck you claim you smackin shit?, its time to slide' you never ride
Labels calling back-to-back they want the label in the game, bitch
Blade you just came home from prison, how the fuck you on the same shit?
We catch bodies and disposal of the weapon, we'll use the same stick
And talkin like you stupid quickest way to get yo brain hit
No G.I Joe up in this bitch I got my shoota with a sniper out
She like "blade this pussy pressure" but its coo I'm finna pipe her out
Behind the wall the smallest n***a but this play I had my knife around
And let a n***a try me on panuni I'm go [?]
Go apply for LA Fitness all you pussy boys ain't tough enough
Strapped up like a seat belt in this bitch 'tell them boys buckle up
Throw a diss inside the comments when you post yo dead brudda up
Put a condom on my 30. cus' this glizzy finna fuck 'em up
Fhhh, Fhhh, Fhhh, Fhhh
There they go right there
Soon as you see a opp let off yo Glock and land some shots in there
Hol up' bro let me know if you want smoke bout that hoe
He want smoke' he made a post
Now his brains all on the floor
Fhhh, Fhhh, Fhhh, Fhhh
Load up the splat lil bruh
Bitch my name lil top I keep a Glock I wanna hat lil boy (Hmm, hm)
It's so hot in here
Bitch I see a opp, pop off his top and then we outta here