[Intro: Calvary Kylan]
Li Kylan
Li Kylan
Li Kylan, be wildin'
Uh, goddamn

[Chorus: Calvary Kylan]
We catch a opp and you know he get slaughtered
Bitches be callin', I don't even bother
Fuckin' that bitch and I fly her to Florida
In the back in a Benz, my bro in a Charger
21 bitches, I take 'em, get slaughtered
You playin' this music, you cappin', I'm harder
My bro in the cell, I'ma get him a lawyer
Stand up field, I shoot like a warrior
I'ma go stack on 'em hunnids on hunnids
I got a whole lotta mafuckin' money
N***as be yappin', they talkin' 'bout nothin'
Runnin' that business, yeah, come to the-
Runnin' that business, yeah, come to the funds
Give mе some Ps, I gotta try-
Give me somе Ps, I gotta try-, uh
Give me some Ps, I gotta try jumpin'

[Verse 1: Calvary Kylan]
Freak ahh bih wan' hit from the back
She wan' Li Kylan, now she want Raq
Try down that deal, I need more racks
N***a, fuck that side, we got more hats
Feelin' like fisher, I run up them commas
Sign me a deal and I spent it with momma
When I go to the hood, they treat-
When I go to the hood, treat me like Obama
[Verse 2: RaqBaby]
Treat Raq like Osama
We ain't give a fuck, we'll shoot at yo' momma
Opps tryna spin my spot when I'm on the game, came out blowin' in pajamas
We with none of that actin' shit, but we came for the drama
Lately been fuckin' 'round, new nasty bitch, spit on dick like a lama
Make a diss then we bust 'em, after that fuck 'em and trunk 'em
We kill old n***as too, we got hella rounds for yo' uncle
After I shoot yo' lil' brother, come in the kitchen, shoot at your mother
Me and gang don't backdoor each other, we known to shoot at others
N***a had tried me like I can't fight, so I had to beat her brother
Only wanna fuck this hoe for the night, after that I can be her brother
No new n***a finna come and kick me, we slimin' motherfucker
Get fat blue face stains, I'ma grimey motherfucker

[Chorus: Calvary Kylan]
We catch a opp and you know he get slaughtered
Bitches be callin', I don't even bother
Fuckin' that bitch and I fly her to Florida
In the back in a Benz, my bro in a Charger
21 bitches, I take 'em, get slaughtered
You playin' this music, you cappin', I'm harder
My bro in the cell, I'ma get him a lawyer
Stand up field, I shoot like a warrior
I'ma go stack on 'em hunnids on hunnids
I got a whole lotta mafuckin' money
N***as be yappin', they talkin' 'bout nothin'
Runnin' that business, yeah, come to the-
Runnin' that business, yeah, come to the funds
Give me some Ps, I gotta try-
Give me some Ps, I gotta try-, uh
Give me some Ps, I gotta try jumpin'