[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Pullin' down your block, they call me murder-murder man (Bah)
I might send a couple shots, you know it's murder, murder, man (Ah)
I'm the three-phone shawty, I got burners, burners, man (Phew)
N***as really don't want beef like I'm the fuckin' burger man (Ah)
Talkin' gangster shit, but you would never hurt a man
You's a bitch, on God, foreign whips in the lot (Ah)
Yeah, I'm stuffin' my pocket with all of them knots (Knots)
I don't give a fuck about your thot (Thot)
I'm beatin' her box, she suckin' my cock (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
I got me some paper, them n***as got hot
I got me a mop, I don't give a fuck, you n***as get dropped
Six feet, n***a, right in the street
I'll leave 'em right in a motherfuckin' creek (Creek)
I put my life on a motherfuckin' beat (Beat)
Got this shit out the mud, shit out the street (Street)
She wanna fuck, tug on my meat
She wanna love, bitch, I'm a freak

[Verse 2: LAZER DIM 700]
It ain't no love when you deep in these streets
Send out a drop, we gon' push up, we deep
And I keep splurgin' my racks on this weed
Hollow tips in the Glock, shit got disease
Step on these n***as neck, we don't let 'em breathe
Pull out that scram, gotta spread out my drip
I took a Uber there, left in a Lyft
Glock 19 with a scope, no Smith
Come to that block, you gon' see me on Fifth
Pull up with a stick and give you a gift
Fucked up in the whip, I drift
Everybody trap out the store, we got zips
Everybody got us a fire, we got clips
Come down the wrong block, whip get flipped
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & VonOff1700]
Pullin' down your block, they call me murder-murder man (Bah)
I might send a couple shots, you know it's murder, murder, man (Ah)
I'm the three-phone shawty, I got burners, burners, man (Phew)
N***as really don't want beef like I'm the fuckin' burger man (Ah)
Talkin' gangster shit, but you would never hurt a man (Haha)
You's a bitch, on God, foreign whips in the lot (Ah)
Yeah, I'm stuffin' my pocket with all of them knots (Come on, turnt up, not burnt up, n***a, diss on the gang, can get your dumb ass sent up, knots)
I don't give a fuck about your thot (Dumbass boy, thot)
I'm beatin' her box, she suckin' my cock (You know that, come on, yeah)

[Verse 3: VonOff1700]
You know that
First n***a tweak gon' leave in a box (Dumbass)
You don't wanna work no job, the last n***a died tryna punch him a clock (Dumbass)
N***as be dumb, what the fuck? They think I'ma fight? I'll fuck 'round, shoot at the rocks (You know that)
Before all this rap, I was probably stealin' a car or bendin' a fuck n***a block
If I get a lo' on an opp and don't got no shoes, I'ma bounce out the V in some Crocs (Come here)
We got a pic of the lil' n***a dead (His dead ass), look at his feet, he was knocked out his socks (Damn)
Catch him at a Walmart, chase him all through the lot (Come here, come here)
I let off three shots and three n***as got popped (You know that)
Bitch, I'm a menace, I can't be stopped
That n***a got hit with a switch and a chop (Bah)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & VonOff1700]
Pullin' down your block, they call me murder-murder man (Bah)
I might send a couple shots, you know it's murder, murder, man (Ah)
I'm the three-phone shawty, I got burners, burners, man (Phew)
N***as really don't want beef like I'm the fuckin' burger man (Ah)
Talkin' gangster shit, but you would never hurt a man
You's a bitch, on God, foreign whips in the lot (Ah)
Yeah, I'm stuffin' my pocket with all of them knots (Knots)
I don't give a fuck about your thot (Ah, thot)
I'm beatin' her box, she suckin' my cock (Yeah)
[Outro: VonOff1700]
You not my dad, you always wanna hear somethin'
You ugly fuckin' doodoo head, fuckin', hahaha