[Intro]
That's what I thought you said
Now let me offer this as a rebuttal
Ayy ayy gang gang
Ayy ayy ayy gang gang
Ayy ayy ayy gang gang
Ayy ayy ayy gang gang

[Verse]
They say "Lil Misty, where you been it?" I'm just passing a breeze
I be running up a check that's why these bitches on me
I be coolin' layin' not taking a seat (nope)
But just know a n***a back and this time I won't leave
I be runnin' runnin' runnin' gotta check me a bag
I got hundreds on my neck and YBN got Trues on his ass
N***as sayin' I'm going broke well I'll just take it and laugh
I be speeding that truck with 5-0 on my ass
But I'm that n***a
I won't never change
Rubbin' off that paint
Smokin' dank
Got a uzi in my lap I let it bang
Free Lil Tay know he keep a K
But he's not Tay-K
I up the chop and let it blow him
Watch this bitch heat his face
I'm that n***a
And all my young n***as pulling triggers, we gorillas
We let this bitch off until you feel us, for you n***as
That's always on IG with them yiggies, takin' pictures
Is you really gon' use 'em or you just loafin' for them bitches?
You n***as really hoes and you be acting like these bitches
You n***as say y'all silent but y'all probably in there snitchin'
Most the n***as that's around me throwin C's like they crippin'
But they do it for the twins, free Lil Corey and Lil Christian
But im rockin' wit' my shooters and that's mandatory
One up top like I'm Mozzy, bitch I keep a 40
You say I'm lacking n***a try me shoot you and yo' shorty
I'm cookin' up in the lab like I'm Rick and Morty
40 poppa, hit a mobsta
Turn your brain to pasta
Hit a opp up
Dreads swangin' just like I'm a Rasta
Smokin' ganja
And I'm zooted, walkin' in my Pradas
Any n***a test my gangsta n***a
I'ma pop 'em
And we ain't throwin' hands with you fuck n***as....
It's one up top up in that chamber, better duck n***a....
N***as dissin' on Lil Valley, he get slumped n***a....
We shoot his body then we lay him in that trunk n***a-
I'm one-hundo, bitch that's on my life, I will never fold (yuh ayy)
A n***a speakin on Lil Quay, well then that n***a gotta go (gotta go)
I'm really small but I can fight but I'ma still up that pole (Young)
For you n***as think I'm pussy, you gon' have to show (think I'm pussy)
Police always at my fuckin' crib, I don't tell 'em shit
I'm really rapping 'bout this fuckin life, that I fuckin' live
But I be coolin', tryna focus on them fuckin' dividends
But if it's money near yo head well I'ma fuckin' get it man!

[Outro]
(Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang
Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang
Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang
Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang)