[Verse 1]
Run up on you like "What you know?"
I won't never fold
I ain't never been no hoe
Got that Glock, I let it blow
Dressed in black from head to toe
Please don't act like you my bro
Please don't act like you the fam
I'll take your life with sleight of hand
Boy, how you hate but you a fan?
Why your hoe retweet my music?
Why she all up in my DM saying
She like how I do this?
Why you saying my crew this?
Why you saying my crew that?
30 clip in my new gat
Bust at me Imma bust back

Why you mad 'cause I'm flexing? Yuh
Hating on how I'm dressing, yuh
Why your hoe in my message? Yuh
Why ya music not selling? Yuh
Why you spitting that trash? Aye
I be spitting that gas, aye
His hoe want me, I'll pass, aye
That hoe ugly she gassed

I might come through with the 30 clip
I bet he finna back up when the 40 hit, yuh
Fold him up like an accordion
Chopper gon' hit him like sting from a scorpion, yuh
Hit his hoe up 'cause I'm bored again
Wallet on fat, look like books from historians, yuh
Twist him up like a contortionist
When that guitar hit, I feel like Extortionist, yuh!