[Intro: BROLY500!]
Told my-Told my n***as when I go to sleep at night, I hear sirens
Up in the distance, they lurkin' in my head and in my head, and as I'm missin'
Sammyboy

[Verse: BROLY500!]
Told my n***as when I go to sleep at night, I hear sirens
Up in the distance, they lurkin' in my head and as I’m missin'
Had an ex bit' call my phone like, "Boy, I miss your presence"
And I know I hurt her feelings, but can I have that blessing?
I'ma stop you right there because that shit that we done made no sense
N***as tryna play the game when they know I got all the hacks
These n***as actin' real different, difficult was just a word
Unusual suspect-ass n***as, fuck it, do we got a problem? (Yeah)
Do not stop with that gas, bitch, I’m in overdrive
And we got StoneColdStoke, like a story, he’ll conclude ya
These not my kinfolk, them other n***as excluded
Told that shit'd make you mad
When they fuckin' with some loser
But hey, whatever, it's to each his own
Since she with my life, big racks, I thought I'd let you know (Let you know)
Hey, it's whatever, though
I'ma count these racks, thirty on my back, as usual
Heard they're playin' with my heart now they're mad my feelings mutual

[Verse 2: Broly500]
Cut you up like a dotted lone, I cannot even risk that
My boy just put thirty up in his clip, man, that shit got kickback
If the opps want some smoke, we gon' make them break backs
I don't take no bullshit, yeah, n***a, better get back
Chopper gon' scream, make you stiff like a mannequin
[Interlude: BROLY500!]
Yeah, it's whatever, though

[Verse 3: BROLY500!]
'Difficult' is not the word, these n***as acting stupid
Unusual suspect, this 45, it'll do ya
(45, it'll do ya)
Turn around in jail with the AR, he will move ya
Uh, '5, it can move ya
JR with the AR, this 45, they can do ya
Fuckin' shootin' at your camp, we will seclude ya
Uh-huh, I told them, I told them
(Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
Told that boy I don't like him, get violent 'cause that's not my truest
But, sometimes, people push me to the edge, so I'mma have to do it
Oh so elusive, you would think I was Houdini like genies
The way [?] rubbin' the booty
(Heard that boy wanna be me) And my gang still hella rad
And my gang still hella sick, n***as tryna steal the style
I reckon you can't stencil this, and it's Planet Splitter World
I can make you disappear, you will disappear, ahah

[Outro]
You will disappear, bust, uh
I'm a poltergeist, you gon' disa—