[Intro]
Aye, aye, ugh, ugh, go, aye, go, real Murda Worth shit, aye, aye, aye, go, go

[Verse]
Go, go, aye, go, aye
Woke up and I'm still ballin'
His bitch wanna fuck, like "Okay, I'm on it"
I'm in Texas, like a Blue Bonnet
Heard his new shit, that shit suck, so we gon change the topic
Lemon squeeze, it squeeze like a lemon, aye
Pull up, we gon have that choppa drenching
He talkin' bout' slidin', hope he got his head on
It ain't shit to let to let them fucking bullets hit em
Kele on the beat, that's all that I need
30 got a .30, he pull up and shoot a three and hit for thirty-three
Why these rappers be tryin' it, that shit stupid
Go Style shit, this shit easy cuz he tried it then he missed
Tried it, then he missed again
Spinned, then it missed again
We spinned it, we spinned again
He say he had spinned, and we had spinned, cuz why you lie for that?
Cut her off, Ion got no time for that
He wanna internet beef, I ain't typing that
He said slide on me, so we sliding back
If I shoot at you, you better shoot that back
Pull up on you, better have yo gun, it ain't no 1 on 1's
I like drugs and countin' money for fun
Play in this bitch, you dumb