[Intro: Summrs & NBG FATTY]
(R-R-Run that bitch, Chico)
Yeah, all that fuckin' dissin'
I'm the type to make them boys jump out your bushes with a .60 (Grr)

[Chorus: Summrs & NBG FATTY]
Yeah, contract killers, put on they wig and clear the business (Ah)
I'm internet trollin' goin' back and forth, yeah, with these n***as (Bitch ass n***as, man)
That's 'cause I need a cover to get blogs up out my business (Damn)
They hit my DM tryna get me to meet with Akademiks (You know I ain't on that)
Give a fuck about that chain and ring, they gang gon' feel that mop (Ha, bah, bah)
On the phone with these n***as, I was tryna get they fuckin' drops (Ah, these n***as drops)
I DM one these n***a's hoes, I'm tryna see if the bitch go
They can cancel all thеy shows, I'ma get his bitch to wipe his nose (Slatt)
Do y'all how hе did me, make yo whole gang get on that camera and strike a pose
And my robbers cliquin' up, it's good, heard they losin' on score (Grr)
Yeah, punched him in his shit, he was 'posed to get his stick and blow (Boo, boo, bah)
You can keep that jewelry, my n***a, I'ma make sum' hit the floor (Facts)
I'ma make sum' hit the floor, them .223's gon' make him choke (Them facts, them facts, them facts)

[Verse: Summrs & NBG FATTY]
Look, check me out, lil' daddy
I don't want that jewelry back, I'ma put them creatures in a fuckin' hot car (Fuckin' hot car, n***a)
If I wasn't one deep and I had my killers with me I would've said, "It was my fault" (Facts)
I'm sayin' like if a n***a would've punched me in my shit, then my n***as would've offed him (Bah)
Yeah, fuck your people but I'm generous, n***a would've found him in a coffin (Hmm)
Man, get y'all big dawgs out of my DM's, doin' all that motherfuckin' talkin' (All that motherfuckin' talkin', man)
Too late to squash it, I'm stealin' n***as out there to go do the stalkin'
I'm a child of God but the devil talkin' to me, baby, to flip them crosses
I'm off pills and my n***as in the fields, seein' brains, gettin' nauseous (Uh)
Yeah, yeah, I got a bald spot on my head, I think I need me a new hat (Hat, hat, hat, hat, hat)
Give a fuck, I'm creepin up, sayin' they tryna fuck with that (Yeah)
Give a fuck about they killers, get they drops and we gon' switch 'em
Said they got them Drac's with banana clips, bet we still peel 'em (Huh?)
I'm a fuckin' soldier, mama, I'ma make them n***as feel me (Feel me man, you know how we do it man, you better than that)
All my people about drama, y'all done started sum' serious
Tell the judge I’m just a rapper, don't take these lyrics serious (Believe it man, don't take none of this serious man, this all, this all for entertainment)
[Chorus: Summrs & NBG FATTY]
Yeah, contract killers, put on they wig and clear the business (Grr)
I'm internet trollin' goin' back and forth, yeah, with these n***as (These bitch ass n***as, man)
That's 'cause I need a cover to get blogs up out my business
They hit my DM tryna get me to meet with Akademiks (I ain't meetin' with Akademiks, man)
Give a fuck about that chain and ring, they gang gon' feel that mop (Ha)
On the phone with these n***as, I was tryna get they fuckin' drops (Ooh, and if I get that fuckin' drop)
I DM one these n***a's hoes, I'm tryna see if the bitch go
They can cancel all they shows, I'ma get his bitch to wipe his nose
Do y'all how he did me, make yo whole gang get on that camera and strike a pose
And my robbers cliquin' up, it's good, heard they losin' on score
Yeah, punched him in his shit, he was 'posed to get his stick and blow (Blow, blow)
You can keep that jewelry, my n***a, I'ma make sum' hit the floor (Ha)
I'ma make sum' hit the floor, them .223's gon' make him choke (Brr)

[Outro: NBG FATTY]
And these bitches got a lot of switches on the back of these bitches, man
Stop all that fuckin' Instagram ass trollin', man, that Twitter ass shit, man
Man, we don't even got that fuckin' social media, man
Fuck, man
At the end of the day, whole lotta ninja move, slice one of these bitches neck off, hrr