[Intro]
(Young DTM in this motherfucker, man)
(Hey)

[Verse]
Bitch, I go stupid hard (Go stupid)
Ayy, this car goin' a lil' bit faster than yours 'cause this bitch supercharged (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ayy, .308s shoot, tracer bullets (Pah, pah, pah), bitch look like shootin' star (Pah)
Ayy, I just told Lil Tay, "Stay on point", that's my shootin' guard (Ayy, Lil Tay)
Ayy, he think I'm a rapper, hell nah, bitch, I ain't no superstar (Aight, come on)
Feel like I work for South Beach totin' the way them bullets lift his car (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, we on feet, we hit they block and split up like a damn cigar (Aight, let's go)
Uh, fuck that boy, we put his ass in this cigar (Yeah, uh)
Tryna pull his strings, this ain't no guitar (Uh-uh)
Try to run off with that sack (Pah, pah), I swear that boy ain't make it far (Pah, pah, pah)
Ayy, try to run off with my sack, I swear you ain't gon' see tomorrow (Uh-uh)
Ayy, I got racks in both my pockets (Racks), still in the field like I'm Lamar (Yeah)
Ayy, we smoke deadmen (Deadmеn), lil' O, grab 'em out the jar (Uh)
Yeah, finеsse that head and then I ask for her car (Let's go)
This bitch don't ask no question, she too gangster, she just play her part (She gang)
Ayy, this bitch say her daddy the plug, I met that bitch at Walmart (Damn)
Ayy, she ain't even know I'm one of them grimy n***as from PT Mini Mart (PT high-end)
Ayy, he ain't even get no chance to move, I up it, then he seen it spark (Pah, pah, pah, pah, fft)
I up it, then he seen a flash (Let's go)
Ayy, puttin' insurance on himself, that's good 'cause we made him crash (Skrrt)
They ain't even book me for this club I walked in, still ended up makin' a bag (Racks)
Yeah, I just turnt up, I already got these fuck n***as mad (How?)
Ayy, these lil' n***as my sons, I swear GetRich they real dad (I swear)
Yeah, go get that switchy 'cause that bitch shoot real fast (Fft)
Yeah, lightskin bitch got fake hair, but she got real ass (Damn)
Yeah, that n***a got shot seventeen times, that boy some real gas
Yeah, these n***as wearin' that fake-ass drip, bitch, we got real splash
Pour up some Wock', now I can't see, like I'm walkin' in tearin' gas (Uh)
[Outro]
Big 2SG, six shit, get your bitch hit
Gang shit, no lame shit
Stay in your lane, bitch, 'cause you know we bust brains quick
Pah, pah, pah
Fft, fft