[Intro]
Mmm-mm-hmm-mmm-mm-mm-mm-mm, yeah
(Yozora)
Mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mm-mm-mm-mm (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Not wit' the chattin', I just be feenin' to clap him
I see a opp, I'ma pack him
Yeah, we gon' hop out and bag him
If he move away then we blitz him
Nemo, he stay with a Smith N'
I’m on my bully, might catch me a victim
Up on the board, I be feelin' like Tristen
JJ be crippin', I thought I told you I was different
Thought I told you I was, look
I got a big round wit' me
Dirty stepper so they call me Curry
Never lackin' so please, don’t run up on me
No checks, we take off in a hurry, look
Them shooters ain't livin' no long life
Disrespectin' thе gang, he’d be wrong, right
She a baddiе but fuck on the wrong night
I be feenin' to take off on the wrong lights

[Verse]
Packin' my pistol, my windows is tinted up
Yeah, we gon' trap for the backend
Don't know why these n***as be cappin'
Stick on my hip and you know that it’s clappin'
N***as talk, boy, you know they be actin'
Said you spinned, never happened
Ain't fuckin wit' n***as if n***as move funny wit' money
No cap, it won’t happen, no cap, it won’t
Treesha, she be callin' my phone when her n***a asleep, ah
Keep up, ten bands on a n***a, bet he keep his feet up
We do a hit it, itain’t no fakes
Ain’t stressin' no charge got my n***as like Allstate
And split a big in like 4 four ways
Brodie just got out, you know that they salty
I’m hearin' rumors and gossip, they sayin' Q is the topic
Stop all that shit, n***a, stop it
I keep a rocket, type to fit up in my pocket
I’m all 'bout the breesh and my money
Ain’t savin' these bitches
Nah, n***a, I’m savin' my money
'Cause I love my money
When you see me in person don’t ask, I’m married to money yeah
[Chorus]
Not wit' the chattin', I just be feenin' to clap him
I see a opp, I'ma pack him
Yeah, we gon' hop out and bag him
If he move away then we blitz him
Nemo, he stay with a Smith N'
I’m on my bully, might catch me a victim
Up on the board, I be feelin' like Tristen
JJ be crippin', I thought I told you I was different
Thought I told you I was, look
I got a big round wit' me
Dirty stepper so they call me Curry
Never lackin' so please, don’t run up on me
No checks, we take off in a hurry, look
Them shooters ain't livin' no long life
Disrespectin' the gang, he’d be wrong, right
She a baddie but fuck on the wrong night
I be feenin' to take off on the wrong lights

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
I be feenin' to take off on the wrong lights
I be feenin' to take off on the wrong lights
I be feenin' to take off on the wrong lights
Yeah, yeah, yeah
R-U-N-I-T-U-P, R-U-N-I-T-U-P, R-U-N-I-T-U-P, n***a
R-U-N-I-T-U-P, R-U-N-I-T-U-P, R-U-N-I-T-U-P, n***a
I be feenin' to take off on the wrong lights
I be feenin' to take off on the wrong lights
I be feenin' to take off on the wrong lights
Yeah, yeah, yeah