[Chorus]
Ay, bruh (I'll always love you)
Gang! (UAV online)
(Fight!)
He tr—He tryna run up, we gon' pop him in his face (Woah!) (Pop him in his face)
Damn! Might go to Colombia, I might get a new face (I might get a new face) (Fight!)
Bitch, smoking on that Rock, bitch I got a blue face (Woah!) Damn…
I just punched a crib, I got a new place (Yeah)
What? (Fight!)
Ba-Baby Glock don't got a due date (Yeah, yeah)
Yeahh (Woah!)
You know I’m sharp like Shannon
Damn, run in that crib, don't plan it
Damn, he think about jail, he panic (Fight!)
Damn, you know I’m gon’ ball with the cannon (Woah!)

[Verse 1]
Thought I said my name Smoke Carter (Smoke Carter)
Gang, trap online, no brick and mortar (Gang)
Gang, I got Super Bowl’s, I’m in Philly’ with it (Philly’ with it)
Sipping on Wock and I pop a pilly’ with it
Gang! If it’s ‘bout funds, you know I get it (Know I get it)
A-AKP, we gon’ hit at his fitted (Gang)
Big-Big ass Glock, n***a, fuck being shredded (Big ass Glock)
Whеn I’m on the Nett, you know I spend it
In that 'Stang, n***a, this a goonicidе (Goonicide)
Feel like Lil’ Jeff with this mythic Drac’ (Mythic Drac’)
Pop at they crib, we don’t care who inside (Who inside??)
5.56 put his fuck ass on skates!
Banana clips, Planets of the Apes! (Gang)
Hundred round, n***a, I ain’t lifting weights! (Hundred round! Hundred round!)
N***a, pick, we gon’ pop ‘em through the drapes
I was down bad eating on paper plates… (Down bad…)
[Verse 2]
Defense with GANGS, n***a (With gang)
In New Orleans like the SAINTS, n***a (Fight!)
I’m DOING shit that you CAN’T, n***a (UAV online)
Fuck-Fuck YBN, but I rub off the PAINT, n***a (Woah!)
I’m the shit like some Indian street food (Street food)
Sh’yea! Hit the plug with the one, two (Sh’yea) (Fight!)
Ghost Glock go, “BOO!”, it haunt you! (Ghost Glock)
You got yo’ gun, I got my gun too (Woah!)
What’s up, n***a? (What’s up?)
These n***as used to be fans now they think they opp? (Fight!)
(Think they opp now?)
Gang!
I ain’t talking Dabo but I got a chop (Woah!)
Sh’yea! Think he cut but he not! Damn
Whole my own weight on spot! Damn (Phew, phew) (Fight!)
OG Season 2, you get knocked! Damn (Woah!)

[Verse 3]
I’on play football, Travis Hunt’ (Oh!)
N***as lame as FUCK, I ain’t finna front… (Not good…)
Been getting bitches since a Ola Runt (Since a Ola Runt)
I ain’t have shit, so you know I stunt (Know I stunt)
Say-Say you gon’ slide on me… (Oh!) (Say you gon’ slide?)
(Not good…) (Phew)
I’m-I’m in that kitchen, n***a, like the ROCK would (ROCK would)
I’m with them Wolves, n***a, Tyler LOCK-wood… (Phew…)
(Oh!)
I got a Drac’, n***a, fuck a halftime (Not good…) (I got a Drac’, I got a Drac’)
Was on the bench, n***a, I’m back, now it’s my time (It’s my time!)
Damn… (Oh!)
I got a pole on me like a fish fryin’ (Not good…)
Gang! (Like I’m fish fryin’, n***a)
Real shooter, bitch, you know I skipped the combine (Skipped the combine, n***a) (Tahh)
[Chorus]
Ay, bruh (Sh’yea!)
Gang!
(Fight!)
He tr—He tryna run up, we gon' pop him in his face (Woah!) (Pop him in his face)
Damn! Might go to Colombia, I might get a new face (I might get a new face) (Fight!)
Bitch, smoking on that Rock, bitch I got a blue face (Woah!) Damn…
I just punched a crib, I got a new place (Yeah)
What? (Fight!)
Ba-Baby Glock don't got a due date (Yeah, yeah)
Yeahh (Woah!)
You know I’m sharp like Shannon
Damn, run in that crib, don't plan it
Damn, he think about jail, he panic (Fight!)
Damn, you know I’m gon’ ball with the cannon (Woah!)

[Outro]
(Oh!) (UAV online)
(Not good…)
(Oh!)
(Not good…)