[Intro]
Mighty just be killing it

[Verse]
He tried to bend through my block 'cause he know we the reason his mans got shot
We going live with the tools outside, broad day, I ain’t worried about the opps
We really just worried about the cops, I ain't tryna get locked in that lil' ass box
But if we get caught on a drill, I don’t know who that is next to me with the Glock
All I heard was shots, shots, shots, shots
Brodie got life for a body, I just sending prayers and shit to his momma
We try load up them Glizzys and semis, pull up and we knock 'em up
Cut off my homie, that n***a was hating 'cause I had lil' more guap
Remember I couldn't get a ride, now them dumbass asking to come pick 'em up
Momma keep telling cut off them bitches who be by the crib after I fuck
We posted up on the 5 with a whole lot of guns, n***a, tell me what's up
I know this lil' bitch a thot by the way she keep sucking me off to my song
Cops try to ride on the block, if they hop out the Paddy I ain’t tryna stop
Six hundred for shoes that I only wore once just to have the lil’ bitches on cock
I was just down on my dick, she ain't want suck it, now she swallow my sons
I was stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck
She going so motherfucking hard, taking all of my energy, she going dumb
I’m off a fifth of that Henny, lil' baby, I'm willing, keep turning me up
Opps took my big homie, I'm tired of talking when opps who passing the gun
See, how the fuck this n***a running around dissing on bro then his ass got slumped
I know a bitch who’ll give your location to me for a picture or something
Ever since I got my first millions views been gaining a lot of new opps
I guarantee, you pull up with your friends then a hundred shots sent to that car
They tried to get out and run but that tire had popped, he ain't make it far
I'm rolling [?], TaTa, Quilly, ain't get help up
Roddy and Meechie the reason them fuck n***as know not to pop out the cut on us
I love my momma without her I would be stuck in a cell for a gun
The bitches who love me, you cuffing, we fucking and dumping
I ain't trying stay at her house
Free the opps, opps, opps, opps
I slap a thirty inside of my pistol and put a lil' beam on top
We used to FaceTime n***as and tell 'em pop out on they block and we coming
Don't run, don't run, don't run
[Outro]
Pull up, we send hot shit
Free the gang, n***a