[Verse 1]
Boy, you know how it go, Imma do my thang
Fuck with me, guarantee make pistol bang
Real n***a, come through let chopper bang
Real n***a, Imma do my thang, you already know where them killers hang
I'm coming through with big pistols, I'm gon' shoot
You know how I do, you fuck n***as ain't gonna do shit
I’m in this bitch, coming through with my clique
Throwing up that shit, shoot you in yo motherfucking shit
Get up off my dick, real n***a stay running this shit
N***a look at me, and I keep a bad bitch on my dick
Know how it go, like a trapstar stay running shit
You already know I stay gunning shit, come through, I stay drumming shit
And I do this shit, fuck n***a, get up off my dick
I'm running shit, real n***a put on for clique
N***a, BMB, get money, n***a you deceased
Sorry, you already know who I be, already know you get put to sleep
You don't want to go to war, I don't trust these bitches, they whores
I'm a real ass n***a [?] like I go to war
That's real ass shit, you get done up like a chore
Go to work, I'll murk 'em all, already got 'em dead on the floor
I'm a real ass n***a, I'll make you fight with that finger on the trigger
With the infrared dot, aim it at your head, now you a dead n***a
And the body paint red, like the same color of the blood
I dont give a fuck, know what I do, already know Imma kill you
Come through with pistol, got the clip, Imma pistol whip you
We hitting them licks, real n***a, we moving them bricks
Get up off my dick, BMB, that be the clique
That be the clique, BMB, that be the clique
Yeah, that be the clique, BMB, that be the clique
That be the clique, that be the clique
Man, I do this shit, pussy boy, get up off my dick
Who you fucking with? We dropping them bodies quick
[Verse 2]
And I do this shit, fuck n***a, yeah, I do this shit
That's real n***a shit, come through, pop a bottle of Crist
And I'm running shit, step down, I'm coming down
Real n***a and I'm stunting now, don't get laid down
Know how I get it, young n***a and I stay winning
I'm out here sinning, just getting it, fuck living
Come with choppas, hella pistols, hella grip
Pistol grip, put that shit straight to your lip
Make you flip, laughing at you, this shit a trip
N***a, you ain't Crip, you ain't Blood, n***a, stop that shit
Boy, you not banging, real n***as know where we hanging
There's no explaining, out here just gang banging
Throwing lil signs, baby girl, you know she fine
And you know she mine, young n***a stay on the grind
I stay on the grind, young n***a stay on the grind
I get that time, and I'm rapping like Busta Rhymes
I talk that shit, fuck n***a, get up off my dick
Come through with that hollow tip, this shit here make you flip