[Verse 1]
I looked at my wrist two times and caught pneumonia
I hopped out the coupe with Nina Ross, she is a smoker
If you never had a shootout at the club, pass my blower (Smoov, what's good, baby?)
I just beat a n***a with a Neiman Marcus store bag (Thank You Fizzle)
Walking on water, critics say that I'm icy, Saweetie
I just made him drop it like it's hot with a micro me
N***as starin' at me like we cool, I'm not your friend
The plug told me seventeen a piece, I started Paisa dancin'
Mister big bank uchie face
Can I hit your cup? She got hit with the stupid face
This was back in my Gucci days
I turned to Jet Li and got blood on my Boosie fade

[Chorus]
N***as sneak dissin' every day, let the micro answer
Tell this n***a BM stop textin', I might go blamp her
Brought the whole hood, Instagram us, couldn't find no manners
I'ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don't matter, shit
Tell this n***a BM stop textin', I might go blamp her, n***a
I'ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don't matter

[Verse 2]
Thirty-three shots, bitch, I ain't finna fight no n***a
I'ma leave him dead in the street with his iPhone 7
When I left the coupe, all you saw was banana peels
He ain't dodge shit, I'm tryna pull off in that Challenger
Custom-made pieces, we don't never touch the mannequin
It'll be a steel cage match, try to challenge us
Let me guess, this why all you n***as mad at us
'Cause we kept the street code and we got our fanbase up
[Chorus]
N***as sneak dissin' every day, let the micro answer
Tell this n***a BM stop textin', I might go blamp her
Brought the whole hood, Instagram us, couldn't find no manners
I'ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don't matter, shit
Tell this n***a BM stop textin', I might go blamp her, n***a
I'ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don't matter, shit

[Verse 3]
This for any n***a tryna bogart
I gave him ten, the other ninety just to show off, shit
What you know 'bout me?
I'm out the window of the Benny like Hulk Hogy
I'm a showboater
And stop screamin' out my name, bitch, I don't know you, shit
I'ma go pour 'em
Wait 'til you see me drop a hundred up in slow motion
You think I'm dumb, hold up
I bought ten Ace bottles and dropped the club owner, n***a
I know I'm wrong, hold up
My shooters pulled up with them sticks like it was pro bono, shit

[Chorus]
N***as sneak dissin' every day, let the micro answer
Tell this n***a BM stop textin', I might go blamp her
Brought the whole hood, Instagram us, couldn't find no manners
I'ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don't matter, shit
Tell this n***a BM stop textin', I might go blamp her, n***a
I'ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don't matter