[Part I]

[Chorus]
Ayy (Yeah), I'm on the street, ayy (Chang)
Backstreet, got a Glock with a beam, ayy (2dirtyy, yeah, fah)
You talk shit, you get hit in your teeth, ayy (Yeah, yeah, fah)
I got grip, now that bitch gon' give me teeth, ayy (Ayy, yeah, chang)
But I be mobbin' in this bitch, uh (Bitch), came in with a stick (Stick)
But I been fuckin' on yo' bitch, uh (Baow), that n***a a simp
Big clips don't miss (Blah), came in with a four-fifth (Fah, fah)
I'ma pull up in that whip and empty the whole clip, uh (Skrr, skrr, fah-fah-fah-fah)

[Verse 1]
Bitch I'm in the [?] whip (Whip)
I'm in the pot, then I whip, uh (I whip)
I got extended a clip, uh (A-fah)
N***a, get put on a clip, uh (A-fah)
I just been fuckin' yo' bitch (Ha)
I said that n***a a bitch, uh (A bitch)
I won't take his bank, we ain't got shit (Huh?)
But you don't bank, you ain't 'bout shit
I cut up his body, put him in the freezer
That n***a run up, we leave him in pieces
Your shawty a thot, your shawty a skeezer
Still the OG, shoppin' on Bieber (A-ha)
I hop out the car like Jeepers Kreepers (Ha)
All of my n***as tote Glocks, uh (Tote Glocks)
All of my n***as got mops, uh (Fah)
My n***as, we moppin' his block (Yuh)
No, I can't fuck with these bitches, uh (These bitches)
No, I can't fuck with these n***as (These n***as)
Yuh, my chopper, it came with extensions (A-fah)
Off the yopper if that n***a bitchin' (A-glatt)
Dodgin' copper 'cause my n***as whippin' (A-skrr!)
Boy, that's copper, your diamonds don't glisten (Ha-ha)
Told the coppas 'cause that n***a snitchin', uh (Ha-ha)
At the malls, I'm lettin' her hit it (A-fah)
Uh, and that Prada, I'm rockin' that rich (Chang)
Yah, I'm rockin' that rink and I sauce on my buff
Shawty fuck with the kids, and she givin' me Cudi (Ha-ha)
And I'm uppin' the glick 'cause that n***a bluffin' (A-fah)
And I'm fuckin' that bitch, and I'm fuckin' her buddy (Ha-ha)
Wait, I pour up the drop and I pour up the muddy (Ha-ha)
Bitch I'm in the drop gettin' top 'cause she love me (A-skrr!)
And if that n***a talk, then I pull up, I'm bustin', yuh (Fah, fah)
[Chorus]
Ayy (Yeah), I'm on the street, ayy (Chang)
Backstreet, got a Glock with a beam, ayy (Yeah, fah)
You talk shit, you get hit in your teeth, ayy (Yeah, yeah, fah)
I got grip, now that bitch gon' give me teeth, ayy (Ayy, yeah, chang)
But I be mobbin' in this bitch, uh (Bitch), came in with a stick (Stick)
But I been fuckin' on yo' bitch, uh (Baow), that n***a a simp
Big clips don't miss (Blah), came in with a four-fifth (Fah, fah)
I'ma pull up in that whip and empty the whole clip, uh (Skrr, skrr, fah-fah-fah-fah)

[Part II]

[Verse 2]
Yuh, uh, what you need? (Fah, fah)
Uh, 'cause I got the green (Yuh)
Don't fuck with these bitches, these bitches be green (Yuh)
Bitch I'm in the club and I'm sippin' on lean (2dirtyy)
And he don't wanna talk, got a Glock with a beam (Yuh)
And if my n***a pop, then he clearin' the scene (Yuh)
Better watch how you walk, or I'm causin' a scene (Fah)
And he catchin' a shot, he got blood on his jeans (Gang)
And that n***a a pussy, he runnin' his jeans (Ha)
Boy, I'm big Lazy, you know what I be (Yeah)
Bitch I'm on a block and I'm servin' the fiend (Chang)
She know I got guap, lil shawty, she fiend (Yeah)
And you get on her nerves, but she givin' me teeth
And that foreign I swerve, and I'm switchin' my screens
And I'm ballin' like Derek, bitch I'm shootin' the 3's
And I'm uppin' the Glock, he get popped like a Percocet (Gat)
But I'm with a thot, and I'm callin' her turkey neck (Slatt)
And she give me brain in the range, I ain't learnin' yet (Yeah)
She swallowed my babies, like bitch, I got birth defects (Ha-ha)
I'm movin' these pills, bitch I feel like a pharmacy (Ha)
And he strapped with the seal, but that n***a ain't harmin' me (Ha)
And I'm fuckin' that bitch that I met off eHarmony
And she suck on my dick, I told that bitch "Stop callin' me" (Ha-ha)
And I'm smokin' on gas, and you smokin' on barnaby (Ha-ha)
And I stay with the bitches, I can't get 'em off of me (Ha-ha)
But I got the bitches that's workin' at Applebee's (Ha)
And I walk in this bih', and these bitches chase after me (A-yeah)
Bitch I'm in a gang, runnin' shit like an athlete (Chang)
And he don't want no smoke, 'cause I keep the strap on me (Glocky)
And I feel like a dyke, 'cause I keep the strap on me (Glocky)
And I'm fly as a plane, so I keep a bag with me (Yeah)
When I walk in the club, bitch you know I got racks with me (Yeah)
And you know I got bucks, so that bitch, she harassin' me (Ha-ha)
And I gotta tuck, so n***a, stop askin' me
And he better duck, 'cause he like to quack a lot (Fah, fah)
And he like to cap, so I called him Sir Capalot (Uh-huh)
And I stay with the map, bitch they call me Sir Blast-A-Lot (Yeah)
And I ball like the Rock 'cause you know that I'm blastin' off
He wanted some percs, I gave him some Adderall