[Intro: Kayo Vulture]
Ayy, turn me up, Keith
Yeah, yeah, huh (Skrrt!)
Real street shit, bitch, on gang!
Fuck these opps, we active! (Vulture mode!)

[Chorus: Kayo Vulture]
I’m a real street n***a, I don't talk much (Nah)
Glock on my hip, let it spark like it's star dust (Brrrah!)
Pill in my cup and my bitch got her ass up (Booty!)
Never gave a fuck, I was raised in the back cuts
Drippin’ in Dior, they ain't seen what I seen (Nope)
Ran through the mud with a TEC and a beam (Bang!)
They know how I move, I don't fold, I don't sing
Put a opp in the dirt, make his mama just scream (Ahh!)
Big gold grill, that Florida flash
Took his bitch, now she throwin' me ass
Wipe a nose, no tissue, just blast
This real life, no cap in my raps!

[Verse 1: Kayo Vulture]
Ayy, caught that boy lackin', he froze in the cut (Boom boom boom!)
Put him on a shirt, got his bro throwin' up (Pussy!)
Tried to ride my wave, but hе ain't built tough
In the Hellcat swervin’, your block gеttin’ rushed
Fuck a case, bitch, I been on the run
Three straps in the trunk, that's a murderin' ton
Got a plug from Belize, and he talk with a gun
If I die, bury me with a scale and some funds (For real!)
She a thot, I ain’t wife her (Nah)
She ate the whole clique, now you kiss her (Yuck!)
Still sendin’ shots on Twitter
But won’t pull up, you a hoe-ass quitter (Facts!)
Got tattoos all on my mental
Lost too many, I’m gone, I’m sinful
Blew his head like a birthday candle
Real street n***a, this life ain’t gentle (Bitch!)
[Chorus: Kayo Vulture]
I’m a real street n***a, I don't talk much (Never)
Glock on my hip, let it spark like it's star dust (Grrrah!)
Pill in my cup and my bitch got her ass up (Ugh!)
Never gave a fuck, I was raised in the back cuts (Slums!)
Drippin’ in Dior, they ain't seen what I seen
Ran through the mud with a TEC and a beam (Boom!)
They know how I move, I don't fold, I don't sing
Put a opp in the dirt, make his mama just scream (Haaah!)

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
These n***as be cappin’, I catch 'em, I split 'em
Said he a shooter, that boy just a witness (Pussy!)
Ridin’ with killers, and we never missin’
Hundred round drum like the motherfuckin' Pistons
Told that hoe don’t talk, just bend
I don't do love, I just fuck then send
Still got opps tryna plot revenge
But I stay too high and my Glock got twins
Popped out the cut with a 30 like “BOOM!”
Heard he a stepper, that boy ain't moved
Told lil’ bro, let’s clean up the room
Chopper got kick, it'll knock down a tomb
I ain't with the whisperin’, talk loud, bitch
If it’s real smoke, bring the whole crowd, bitch
Still ridin’ 'round with a four-pound stick
I don’t duck shit, I just unload clips (BRRRAH!)
[Chorus: Kayo Vulture & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
(Yeah, bitch) I’m a real street n***a, I don't talk much
(YB) Glock on my hip, let it spark like it's star dust (Boom!)
Pill in my cup and my bitch got her ass up (Shake!)
Never gave a fuck, I was raised in the back cuts (Woo!)
Drippin’ in Dior, they ain't seen what I seen
Ran through the mud with a TEC and a beam
They know how I move, I don't fold, I don't sing
Put a opp in the dirt, make his mama just scream (Grrah!)

[Outro: Kayo Vulture]
Huh, yeah
Put gold in my mouth, put pain in my verse
Put shells in his car, leave blood on his shirt
Fuck what he said, we gon' slide first
Ain’t no peace, bitch, I want war worse
Real street n***a, forever Vulture mode!
Fuck the industry
(Yeah... skrrt skrrt... Kayo Vulture, bitch)