[Intro]
(Jordan)

[Verse 1]
I said, "Fuck it", I grabbed the MAC right off the dresser
Looking for my victim, feeling paranoid 'cause the reaper calling
I could tell all he seen was black
When this five-double-O hit him from close range, I had him falling back
Go with your move and you gon' see
I'm still digging up all these hoes, my house starting to stink from my dead enemies
I take a sip and then I ride
AK-47 chop your mama into pieces, have you crying for weeks
They know I'm all about that 187
Hit the lights at 3:00 and send them demons on n***as
Ayy, without this pole, I spit straight facts
Four hollow tips to that n***a back
But I ain't gon' speak on that
N***as know we put them guns in the hood
Beforе a n***a had some money, fame, was chopping your hood
Bеfore a n***a had some money, I was knocking your bitches
Two Glock 40s with a thirty, I was shooting that bitch

[Chorus]
Everybody hide when we slide
I got some demons on my soul, there's angels talking when I ride
Don't make them killers pop up and hit a n***a's shit
I be in that field, I be taking risks
Ayy, I be in that field, I be taking shit
N***a try to play with me, I'ma kill his kid
Bitch, you shouldn't have fucked with the bossest bitch
All these chains on my neck, I wish a n***a would
[Verse 2]
Pistol, AR, up in the Maybach
N***a flexing all that bread and I'ma take that
All my opps dead, I got 'em smacked off a PayPal
N***as talking pounds, I got that bread on that Cash App
A young n***a, smooth like a n***a should be
OG, young n***a but I'm stacking blue cheese
I wish they would try to play me like a kitchen cabinet
But whole time, they ain't on shit
'Cause when them .223s hit a young n***a whip
He dead and you can not bring him back
Put him in that casket, you got his mama sad
I ain't no bitch 'cause I'ma take that risk
I don't fuck with FNs, I got Glocks on my hip
I'll have them shooters laying in your grass
It ain't no whip that we don't know
They get to running when I bounce out with that four-four
I hit that n***a with this chopper in his damn nose
I know his big brother hella mad
Then why you ain't stand up on that business, n***a?
These n***as really bitches, swear to God, I can feel it
Get that n***a get back, you still gon' get clapped
You say that one more time, bitch, you still gon' get clapped
They know I roll that n***a every day up in the tree
Two bands for a body, I'ma catch him in the streets
[Chorus]
Everybody hide when we slide
I got some demons on my soul, there's angels talking when I ride
Don't make them killers pop up and hit a n***a's shit
I be in that field, I be taking risks
Ayy, I be in that field, I be taking shit
N***a try to play with me, I'ma kill his kid
Bitch, you shouldn't have fucked with the bossest bitch
All these chains on my neck, I wish a n***a would