[Intro]
Last-Dude on the track!

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Hop out the coupe, swervin'
Give me the loot, purgin'
Keep .22s, lurkin' (baow, woo, woo, woo, uh, woo)
Yeezy the boot, fashion
All this grass, it look good in this fashion
Point him out and i'm attackin'
Beet him down and then i drag him (baow)
Hop out the coupe, swervin'
Give me the loot, purgin'
Keep .22s, lurkin' (baow, woo, woo, woo, uh, woo)

[Verse: Juice WRLD]
Brand new Chanels
Don't look at the tag, baby
I bought her ass, best believe that i'm gon' tap
Fuck on a opp n***a's bitch on the daily
Ball on a bitch, Tracy McGrady
Throw B's up for the brazy, I put the K in crazy (pull, pull, pull)
I'ma pull up in the latest
Matte black, you know that i painted it
New millenium, totin' the stainless
Got a red beam for long ranges
Gucci robes like masons, fuck her in Bathing Ape apron
My bitch foreign, i don't know where she from, i ain't tryna be racist
I don't fuck with n***as, I'm racist, uh
Get my dick sucked by a soultaker, uh
I told her i just want the top
Your clothes, don't even take it off
I'm Paul Walker when I'm takin' off
I'm fast and furious on you hoes
Unlike you broke-ass n***as, I actually achieve my goals
[Verse: NBA YoungBoy]
It's gon' be some bullets flyin' and mommas cryin' inside the city
They know this murder shit, I came in with and leave out with it
They know i'm blood and got more bodies then they whole committiee
Ever since a toddler, been a problem, they can't fucking get me
Lil' bro gon' pop out with it
On the phone, my brother, he lurkin'
We catch 'em, we do 'em dirty, we be leavin' 'em now
In the car while them n***as be swervin'
They pullin' on side, nobody left breathin' in there
On my knees, on side of the bed, I'm prayin' with beads
I know they receivin' 'em now
I'm like, "God, I'm tryin', so please
Them n***as be trippin', they steady be bringin' me there"
Plenty killings in the fucking city
I'm out of action, I ain't been up in it
Said the whole town with that murder business
Said them young n***as wit' them thirties sittin'
Waitin', for to pull another killin'
Rap n***as, catch this whole semi
Fuck 'round, leave hus soul different
Don't bring me in no mentions (brr, brr, brr, brr)

[Verse: NLE Choppa]
N***a ain't spinned on me
N***a ain't even got that much nuts
Would've got shot in the head, but he ducked
If I miss a shot, then I go make it up
Catch him on the rebound, hundred round go
Mama say stop, but the bullets, they blow
I shoot too much, my fingers sore
Big red dot on the nose for bozo
Gave him 20, but he did it for free
Better come correct, you comin' for me
We droppin' bodies every day of the week
DOA, cold case, deceased
Heard that diss, but we gon' see
Leave no evidence, OCD
I'ma get caught if the camera see me
'Cause i'm bare face, no mask when we meet
[Verse: Pop Smoke]
N***a, I'm from the Floss where we get money
That's on the gang, I don't care what you do (Nah)
Get to the breesh, takin' your malls
Where I'm frim you gotta stack like a Jew
I'm the big Woo, I got guns in the coupe
Talk out your mind, you get robbed for your jewels
No, you ain't gang, I'm big 092
When you walk in the spot, n***a, you better "Woo"

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Hop out the coupe, swervin'
Give me the loot, purgin'
Keep .22s, lurkin' (baow, woo, woo, woo, uh, woo)
Hop out the coupe, swervin'
Give me the loot, purgin'
Keep .22s, lurkin' (baow, woo, woo, woo, uh, woo)

[Outro]
Last-Dude on the track!