[Intro: Luhh Dyl]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah
Gang

[Chorus: Luhh Dyl]
Ain't no cappin' when we rappin', this shit come with action
Tryna dive into this deep shit, you gon' need a jacket
Made a hundred K in a month and that's just off rappin'
I'll shoot the lights up out the gym, I don't need no practice
My bitch don't like to wear no Skims, she drip the latest fashion
Brr, huh, chain big as hell, this bitch an extra baggage
Huh, huh, all my bitches foreign, I'm a Latina magnet
Gotta calm lil' bro down, that n***a trigger happy

[Verse 1: Luhh Dyl]
Lil' bro finger itchin', n***as penny pinchin'
I ain't even gon' act like I ain't been there, it's just been a minute
They see me out and then salute, n***a, I been lieutenant
Ex-bitch tryna spin back, but her subscription ended
Huh, bitch, you know it's over
Been locked in, had to put my family on my shoulders
Ever since I got this chain, my heart been gettin' colder
Big chop hold 5.56s, this bitch shoot out boulders
Big chop hold .223s, if it hit you, it's over
N***as die for fuckin' with me, somebody should've told 'em
Catch an opp smokin' in his whip and shoot it 'til it's totaled
Damn near smacked the plug, he told me he ain't mobile
Shit, imagine gettin' smacked 'cause you ain't had no ride
Shit, imagine gettin' fapped 'cause you ain't had your 9
I was touchin' ten before nine, ain't even have no job
Before we go and slide, I pray to God they send an opp to God
Man, we got so many shots, can knock your entourage
Found a Trojan in her purse that ain't my condom size
Get on beats and fuck it up, Tay Keith, you think I'm dramatized
Park the Jeep, then I hop out on feet and leave shit traumatized, uh
Uh, that's gon' go over n***as' heads
If I want him dead, ain't nothin' else to be said, they bring his head
I get mad, see red, start tuckin' n***as in like, "Make your bed"
Pull up, get the head, then leave the bitch like, "Catch me if you can"
Knew we wasn't gon' last, she woke up and she turned on Sexyy Red
Glock 23 jumpin' out my hands, this bitch got Jordan legs
Gallerys, look like I'm movin' in, it's paint all on my pants
[Chorus: Luhh Dyl]
Ain't no cappin' when we rappin', this shit come with action
Tryna dive into this deep shit, you gon' need a jacket
Made a hundred K in a month and that's just off rappin'
I'll shoot the lights up out the gym, I don't need no practice
My bitch don't like to wear no Skims, she drip the latest fashion
Brr, huh, chain big as hell, this bitch an extra baggage
Huh, huh, all my bitches foreign, I'm a Latina magnet
Gotta calm lil' bro down, that n***a trigger happy

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
Ah-uh, the hood still turnt, smackin' off the work
Bitch throwin' that ass up in a circle, smack it while she twerk, huh, huh
That 'ñejo one of one, I smacked it with a Perc'
Uh, almost smacked a groupie bitch 'cause she was tryna flirt (Hold up)
Huh, imagine gettin' smacked because you horny
Ain't no warnings, chopper be done clapped a n***a front his daughter
Huh, place your order, we can get a n***a dead or pay your mortgage
Bitch, a movie clip up in this stick like shoot a horror film
Uh-uh, spin the block with extra bullets, we got more of these
Ah, spin the block like one more time 'til ain't no more of them
Uh, ten milli' backflip, make his forehead split
Naw, AR hit him in his face even if he real, n***a
Uh, instakill, whip a brick with Enfamil
He can't shoot it like he used to, n***a look like Bradley Beal
Rich as fuck, ain't gotta steal, still'll take a n***a life
Naw, I rerock whatever I want, that shit had bought me new ice, now listen
Blick with the serial number scraped to get a n***a scraped
A beam on the top for the aim, we not 'bout to chase
Like shoot a n***a just for actin' crazy, now he laced for real
Naw, this be my mood every day, can't blame it on no pill
Rapper dressin' goofy like a bitch, then treat him like a bitch
N***a wanna go viral 'bout somethin', go viral 'bout this
Tall n***a lackin' out in public, FN get him clipped
Or hit him in shit, off the dribble, don't run, don't trip, huh
Still'll put the pistol down and stomp a n***a
Right hand slump a n***a, by myself, ain't had to jump a n***a
Or that shotgun might make him look like one of them krumpin' n***as
Get to flushin' n***as, on my daddy, get to rushin' n***as, talk
Bitch, I feel like Bron Breakker when I get to flexin'
Naw, my old gun like LeBron on the Lakers, my shit professional
Got a new gun look just like it, Bronny Junior with the vets
Like please don't get vexed, I'm gon' get a n***a stretched, duh