[Intro: Bandhunta Izzy]
Hold up, I got a thirty on me right now, facts
Used to bust it down, I was juggin' in the trap
Talkin' crazy, pull up, skrrt, where he at?
Ayy, hold up

[Chorus: Bandhunta Izzy]
Ayy, hold up, I got a thirty on me right now, facts
Used to bust it down, I was juggin' in the trap
Talkin' crazy, pull up, skrrt, where he at?
'Bout to cop some P's, hope they throw a couple packs
Hold up homie, keep it cool, for real
Know some lil shooters bustin' moves, for real
I'm a savage, that's the type of shit I do, for real
For real, play with me another n***a gettin' killed, for real
Hold up homie, keep it cool, for real
Know some lil shooters bustin' moves, for real
I'm a savage, that's the type of shit I do, for real
For real, play with me another n***a gettin' killed, for real
N***a tryna play? for real, for real
Bro what he say? for real, for real
He can get it any day, for real, for real
Bitch I'm slidin' with the K, for real, for real

[Verse 1: Young Crazy]
Damn, for real?
High as a bitch, I mix drink with the pills
Skrrt the wheels while I'm clutching the steel
Your bitch got skills, she suck dick in her heels, damn
I'm feeling special like a thirty-eight
My plug say he dropping off thirty plates
I'm finna get rich and they finna hate it
Every time I get dressed they get irratated
For real, know my composure
Sold 'em for totem, bitch I will blow you
All these shots in my nina baby
She told me that she cannot stop beign sober
Hot boy like I'm fresh out the Nolia
Chopper city, I hop out with that K
You gon' think these n***as wearing makeup
The way these two-two-threes, come and beat up they face