[Intro]
Ayy
This is a Dolan Beats production
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
For that check, ayy, I break her arm, ayy
He ain't talkin' right, ayy, ring alarms, ayy

[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, for that check, ayy, I break her arm, ayy
He ain't talkin' right, ayy, ring alarms, ayy
Give that choppa to my partner, he gon' rain a storm, ayy, ayy, ayy
And we do this snow, sleet, hail, even storm, ayy
Get hit with concrete shells in your dome, ayy
Then off that handout, your damn thot, I hit her wrong
Can’t even stand on my damn block, cops want me gone, ayy
Can't stand me, sit your legs down, or head it home

[Verse 1]
I don't care what no one say, she say that I did her wrong
Don't care what no one think, he think that I did him wrong
Think I did you wrong? You need to hear this song
I ain't do ya wrong, shit, all I'm doing is getting money
I ain't lickin' coochie, I'm lickin' money
Aim at your medulla, you got a pimple bumper
It's me and my tool, so have a simple comment
Like the simply beauty supply, we simply comin'
[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, for that check, ayy, I break her arm, ayy
He ain't talkin' right, ayy, ring alarms, ayy
Give that choppa to my partner, he gon' rain a storm, ayy, ayy, ayy
And we do this snow, sleet, hail, even storm, ayy
Get hit with concrete shells in your dome, ayy
Then off that handout, your damn thot, I hit her wrong
Can’t even stand on my damn block, cops want me gone, ayy
Can't stand me, sit your legs down, or head it home

[Verse 2]
TEC go ratata, so does rat-tac MAC
I spent the ratatat on a goddamn hat
I ain't even worried, lil foe'nem got it
I ain't even worried, lil foe'nem got me, ayy
I'll have shhhh come through do ya sloppy
Have your bitch shhhh, he like, "She'll slap me"
My shooter name, shhhh, he will catch ya lackin'
That n***a name, "Shhh", we gon' catch him trappin'
Lil Reese, skrrt, skrrt, catch him in traffic
Since I make magic, I think I'm a lucky bastard
Since I was little Keef on the block, it was Jurrasic
You got a pistol? Then n***a blast it

[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, for that check, ayy, I break her arm, ayy
He ain't talkin' right, ayy, ring alarms, ayy
Give that choppa to my partner, he gon' rain a storm, ayy, ayy, ayy
And we do this snow, sleet, hail, even storm, ayy
Get hit with concrete shells in your dome, ayy
Then off that handout, your damn thot, I hit her wrong
Can’t even stand on my damn block, cops want me gone, ayy
Can't stand me, sit your legs down, or head it home
[Outro]
This is a Dolan Beats production