[Intro]
(Cook it up, Jerome)
(KiddFreddo)

[Refrain]
I grew up bumping him, couldn't dream of him just hating on me
Uh, I say fuck a n***a, uh, I say face him (Bow)
I say brace something, yeah I say take something
Pussy, I say whack something, yeah, I say take something

[Verse 1]
Killin’ shit for years and I ain't dead yet
You can find Youngboy where that Red at
It ain't beef, n***a, if they don’t kill yo' momma
You a bitch n***a, and I said that
On that gang shit they gon' turn up on us, that boy dead gang did that
Had to knock a few of them bitches first 'fore them scary muthafuckas spin back

[Chorus]
Top say
Let him keep on talking, he's a dead n***a
Hold on, Top say
We gon' do that talking with them dirty pistols
Bitch how you gon' bang out with some dirty n***as? (Let's go)
Standin’ with this money, I’m a murder figure
[Verse 2]
You know we leavе shit in caskets with no brain (On God)
They know 10, the youngеst of us all, still left a stain (Yeah)
R.I.P Dump, Murder Gang, bitch, don't bring up that name (Yeah)
Flexing all on you pussy bitches in a big watch, big chain
My bad for bumping your music when I was younger
I ain’t know you was just a hating bitch
When I met that ho I was fuckin' off, when I saw that post, doing the same shit
Let you have a verse? (What?)
N***a, let me have yo' brain, bitch
This money will never ever cover up how these motherfucking diamonds steady glisten

[Chorus]
Top say
Let him keep on talking, he's a dead n***a
Hold on, Top say
We gon’ do that talking with them dirty pistols
Bitch how you gon' bang out with them dirty n***as? (Let's go)
Standin' with this money, I'm a murder figure

[Refrain]
I grew up bumping him, couldn't dream of him just hating on me
Uh, I say fuck a n***a, uh, I say face something (Bow)
I say brace something, yeah I say take something
Pussy, I say whack something, yeah, I say take something