[Intro]
Ha, y'all n***as can't fuck with me, bitch
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah (Bitch, uh, yeah)
I'm smoking on that motherfuckin' good shit (Pack, n***a, the shit, n***a) uh, uh, yeah
And it's a fat-ass wood, uh (In this bitch with Wes)

[Verse]
I can't stress over a bitch, especially one that ain't mine (Yah)
I'ma tax your ass if you think I'ma pull up for a dime (Bitch, you stupid)
And don't match me with the gas if you is rolling a .5
She a ten, but talk too much, I had to drop her to a nine (Damn)
I got the gas that'd make you choke, the type to feel it in your throat
She so wet when we be fuckin', so I pull off, and I'm gone (I'm gone)
All my n***as really shootin', and my mama got a Wesson (She do)
I smoke way too much to give a fuck about a bitch, I'm stressin' (Let's go, yeah, bitch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, fours up, yeah, that's what my people say (Hey, yah)
And, bitch, yeah, we rollin' this (Ayy, yah), so ain't no running from this fate (Ah)
Yeah, all my n***as will kill you (They do)
All my n***as will shoot you (They will)
Is you stupid?
Hold up, bitch is you— uh, is you geekin'? (Is you geekin'?)
Bitch, you trippin' (Bitch, you trippin')
I copped a pack (I copped a pack), and I ain't sharin' (And I ain't sharin')
Ooh, you lackin'? (Ooh, you lackin'?)
Yeah, we bussin' (Yeah, we bussin')
Straight headshots, n***a, no concussion (Uh, today), uh, uh
Oh my, you can't tell me shit today
Flooded out my bitch today
And I'm on it, if you want it, he might get killed today
Bands up in my pocket
And I'm smoking on that rocket
Once a n***a off the gas, man, I swear it ain't no stoppin'
[Outro]
Ah, yeah
Boy, you stupid
Uh, yeah
Did you take a loss? Haha, yeah
Fuckin' with team, n***a, ayy, that's a fucking loss, haha
Shit, uhm, that's a loss, yeah (I'm so sorry, bro)
That's a loss, yeah (Love you, mama, love you, mama), uh
I'm out this bitch (Ah), yeah