[Intro: Justin Rarri]
(FreshDuzIt)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Justin Rarri]
Tell the ho I'm too raw
Brodie got tight 'cause a n***a like me pipe his stepsister
N***a get the fuck off
You cannot walk in my section 'cause I am a big stepper
Never ran by a boss
I never had a job, I don't know how to use Swiffers
And I don't say miss, and I got them blicks for gorillas (For Gorillas)
Bitch, I put the B in beast mode, and without it I'd still be in east mode
You can catch me all over the east coast
Fucking 'round, having bitches on me, ho
Mixing up the Quavo, no Migos
No disrespect to the Migos
Got Chanel-y, I know you can see, ho
Got them foreign bitches, they illegal
Had to jugg all through the hood
You ain't fucking with me, understood bitch?
I been staying the racks as I should, bitch
Whipping up like I'm Pablo, no Hoodrich
I'ma treat her like a dog, I don't bullshit
Been here before, I does this
I got them ounces, whatever you wanted, n***a, hundred pounds of the good shit
[Chorus: Justin Rarri & Stunna 4 Vegas]
Neighborhood supplier, uh, Michael Myers
Smoke, you get hired
And they say he a killer, bring him home, I'ma hire
Bitch, I'm a boss, I let you have it
I'ma fuck up your lungs, I cause damage (4X)
They wanna come back like they drug addicts
Neighborhood supplier, uh, Michael Myers
Smoke, you get hired
And they say he a killer, bring him home, I'ma hire
Bitch, I'm a boss, I let you have it
I'ma fuck up your lungs, I cause damage
They wanna come back like they drug addicts

[Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Bitch, I'm a boss, I get you off
I get to lettin' that glizzy off
Put cake on his head if he piss me off
Ayy, I'm really tryna get rid of y'all (Okay)
I'm the party, they know I set it off
I really live what I be telling y'all
Can't nobody do it better, dawg
Walk in arenas, I ain't playin' basketball
I think I'm Michael Myers, somebody dying (Bah-bah-bah)
Bullets flying, talk out his top, take off his mind
Bust the face, can't tell the time
Bust in her face, tell her she mine
Bro bust the K, won't drop a dime
I went and bought more fire when I signed
But I brought 'em back to the hood
Yeah, you know I'm still in the hood, bitch
That one-way 'bout gunplay, or you can come get you some good shit
We gangbang, I'm 9 Trey but my n***a big Crip
Stick talk, them shits speak
I send a blitz and get a n***a whip flipped
[Chorus: Justin Rarri]
Neighborhood supplier, uh, Michael Myers
Smoke, you get hired
And they say he a killer, bring him home, I'ma hire
Bitch, I'm a boss, I let you have it
I'ma fuck up your lungs, I cause damage
They wanna come back like they drug addicts