[Intro]
(Drum Dummie)

[Chorus]
Look, all of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit, better stop that shit (Stop that shit)
Bitch, I got somethin' to make you lay down (Bitch, I got somethin' to make you lay down)
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, going through a n***a mind
When I'm loadin' up them K rounds (When I'm loadin' up)
And we gon' ride through that pussy n***a block one of these nights and let 'em have it
Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round)
And we gon' ride through that pussy n***a block one of these nights and let 'em have it
Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Look, look, skrrt)

[Verse 1]
Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Ha)
Lurkin', itchin' for a killin'
When I catch a n***a, I'ma leave him face down
AK eat a fuck n***a body
Eatin' everything but the waist down (Waist down)
I'm getting high off gunpowder
See you on the way down (On the way down)
Look, you ain't talkin' money then I can't stay 'round
I ain't fuckin' with no lame n***a
N***as tip the system, then they wanna break down
Go to jail, break down, fuck no
Bitch, I'ma lay down (Yeah)
I'm worried 'bout clowns actin like real n***as
Mane, fuck a fake clown
Pulled up on him at the gas station, n***a thought I was playin' (Thought I was playin')
I got to blowin', but you see big fire comin' out that fan (Comin' out that fan)
What about that time I walked down on you in front of your clan? (Front of your clan)
He pushed you in the gate, 'fore you came, we had an understandin'
That boy ain't really your man
[Chorus]
Look, all of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit, better stop that shit (Stop that shit)
Bitch, I got somethin' to make you lay down (Bitch, I got somethin' to make you lay down)
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, going through a n***a mind
When I'm loadin' up them K rounds (When I'm loadin' up)
And we gon' ride through that pussy n***a block one of these nights and let 'em have it
Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round)
And we gon' ride through that pussy n***a block one of these nights and let 'em have it
Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round)

[Verse 2]
Ayy, ridin' 'round with fed cases (Huh)
Murk a n***a for a couple dead faces (Yeah)
Fuck your baby mama, ain't no sympathy
I hope she have a dead baby
N***as wanna tell the police everythin'
Well, tell 'em how that lead tastin'
I've been in the streets, no sleep
Totin' heat, ain't seen a bed lately (Yeah)
I've been trippin', poppin' fifties
I remember I ain't have a pot to piss in (Huh, huh)
Partners kick it in the trenches, n***a trippin'? (Huh, huh)
Grab the Glock and pop the stick in (Huh)
Murder mission, pop a jigga
Smoke a Black, waitin' for my high to kick in (Huh)
Rob a n***a flat broke, he shake back?
Then I'm gon' rob him again
All of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit, better stop that shit
N***a, I'll pop that bitch
Slide through your block, murk a n***a, then I'm out that bitch
Look, all of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit, better stop that shit
I'll pop that bitch
Slide through your block, murk a n***a, then I'm out that bitch
[Chorus]
Look, all of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit, better stop that shit (Stop that shit)
Bitch, I got somethin' to make you lay down (Bitch, I got somethin' to make you lay down)
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, going through a n***a mind
When I'm loadin' up them K rounds (When I'm loadin' up)
And we gon' ride through that pussy n***a block one of these nights and let 'em have it
Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round)
And we gon' ride through that pussy n***a block one of these nights and let 'em have it
Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round)

[Outro]
Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round)
Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round)