[Intro: YBN Almighty Jay]
Every time that you see me, bitch I'm sticked up
Always got that stick tucked
Pussy n***a give it up
Ain't worry about no bih'
'Cause that pussy, she gon' give it up
Don't got to give her shit 'cause off rip
She gon' let me fuck

[Verse 1: YBN Almighty Jay]
Swervin' in that new body
Drop top that new 'gatti
Feelin' like I'm John Gotti
'Cause I don't fear nobody
I just got a new shawty
And I got her a new body
Burn off in that foreign, guess she hot, just like wasabi
Kicking off that flavor, kicking shit just like karate
I don't need no handouts little boy, bitch my crew got me
Plug just called my phone with the drugs 10-4 copy
Diamonds skated on my wrist like a n***a playin' hockey
Cashed out in the mall, everyday is my payday
What's that little gun? Oh, that's my mini AK, that Draco
Shoot a n***a in the face make 'em lay low
That chopper hold a hunnid K tho
Pull up on a n***a, let that gun go
Vraa-bang-bang like Tadoe
[Bridge: YBN Almighty Jay]
Who don't want no beef? Who don't want no smoke?
My n***a super savage, they'll kick a door
I flip that work, like I flip your ho
If she don't do the team, then she gotta go

[Verse 2: YBN Nahmir]
I got fame on my name, watch me do my thang
But let a n***a act tough, I'm blowing out his brain
Don't make me pull up on your block, and snatch your fucking chain
'Cause I show up to your shit and treat you like a fucking lame
Bitch, you'se a motherfucking cornball
All ya Twitter beefin' n***as, we ignore ya'll
Ya'll some little ass boys, man ya'll so small
I know your background, lil' bitch I'll expose ya'll
Draco bullets hit your whip
If you're talking all that shit, my n***a Jay up in the cut
Clutchin' on that .45
Slide down to a n***a block, hit 'em with a fucking Glock
Bullets hit his fucking top, somebody grab a fucking mop
Deebo when a n***a shit, then I finna fuck his bitch
Jay calling my phone saying: "Bro, let's go hit a lick"
I'mma go and grab a stick
Cock it then we finna dip
Kicking down the door
And aim a toolie at your daddy's lip
Get into his fucking cash
Yes I gotta check a bag
I'm in first while you in last
I'm leaning, but I never crack
Put you in a body bag
Now I know your momma sad
'Cause I had done fuck you up
And I'm the reason why you had to pass
[Verse 3: YBN Nahmir]
N***as know, I'm not the one to be fucked with
AR-15 shots make a n***a duck quick (pa-pa-pa-pa)
All that Facebook talk and this gon' get you done quick (n***a)
I'm turning to a demon, when you put me in a fucking (in that what)
A n***a talking bodies, well let's talk bodies (let's talk bodies)
You gon' end up your like your mans, if you go on and try me (you go and try me)
N***a steady looking for me, you know where to find me (you know where to find me, n***a)
Bitch I'm in the ham with a pole, n***a I ain't hiding (I ain't hiding)
Everywhere I go I got to keep a stick on me (a stick on me)
So if a n***a try me, light him like a Christmas tree (a Christmas tree)
My name popping, they be buzzin' like some fucking bees (skrr, skrr)
So I'mma slide down and bless your bitch like that bitch sneezed