[Intro: Porter B & Pop Smoke]
Shout out Yamaica
I'm fuckin' dead
Paow
Uh (Beats by Yamaica Productions, baby)

[Chorus: Porter B]
Fuck it, look, let me jump right into it
These n***as talkin' but never be hittin' shit
.38 Special, it leavin' no witnesses
I'm a ooter who really be clickin' shit
Back out the tan, lil' brodie start splittin' shit
When they see me, they beggin' for innocence
How could you lack if you know we got differences
Hop out the V, get to blastin'
Red dot, just watch how we tag 'em
JP the bready, he bringin' the backend
New Glock and it came with attachments
Got a bad bitch and shе ratchet
Off the Perc', you know that I'm lastin'
I cannot еat a bitch, what is you askin'?
If you want me, just catch me in traffic

[Verse 1: Porter B]
Fuck a post, we gon' put him on Citizen
Tell a suvy, go spin and get rid of him
[?] wit' me, you know we gon' finish him
Brodie shoot like he back in the gym again
I'm a gangster but really a gentleman
Drop the addy, it boost my adrenaline
If you heard that we miss, then we spin again
If you heard that we miss, then we spin again
These n***as can't handle the pressure (Never)
I'm gettin' money forever (Big racks)
Big racks, come fuck with a stepper
30s and Glocks, they know not to test us (Bread)
From the 80z, you know I won't let up
Fucked around and get left in a stretcher
She like, "Porter, you movin' aggressive"
In the spot doin' hundred and better
Run it up, make a pack by the weekend
Run up wit' me, get at least ten
Shiesty mask on me, pull out the TM
Hit the 4th, then I post out with TM
(Run it up, make a pack by the weekend
Run up wit' me, get at least ten
Shiesty mask on me, pull out the TM
Hit the 4th, then I post out with TM)
[Verse 2: Curly Savv]
She tryna feel on my denim, wanna get up in 'em
But I got the tan on me
I seen a opp an' he ran on me
Might spin on they strip randomly
Brand new knocks won't jam on me
You ain't gotta, can't hang wit' me
Red dot, on top of the top
He tryna run, start flamin' from deep
Shorty a treesh, I hit that leg
She a super freak, let me get the head
She doin' tricks, I know she elite
I'ma pop that Perc', [?] the tab
Brand new Glock, I'ma make it twerk
New opp get clapped, we painted that curb
Can't bend my block, can't put in no work
He send shots, but no one got hurt
Face shot gave 'em [?] random look
This Dirty Diana done ran through the hood
We doin' hits, give a fuck 'bout [?]
Put a mask on, lil' bro he [?]
Bad bitch wit' me, I think she a stylist
She totin' knocks wit' me so she valid
Point that shit in his face, he shook
He like choo, "Bro, please don't violate"
[Chorus: Porter B]
Fuck it, look, let me jump right into it
These n***as talkin' but never be hittin' shit
.38 Special, it leavin' no witnesses
I'm a ooter who really be clickin' shit
Back out the tan, lil' brodie start splittin' shit
When they see me, they beggin' for innocence
How could you lack if you know we got differences
Hop out the V, get to blastin'
Red dot, just watch how we tag 'em
JP the bready, he bringin' the backend
New Glock and it came with attachments
Got a bad bitch and she ratchet
Off the Perc', you know that I'm lastin'
I cannot eat a bitch, what is you askin'?
If you want me, just catch me in traffic