[Intro]
Ayy (Ayy), go (Go, rrr), go (Rrr)
Go (Real Murda Worth shit)
Rrr, rrr-rrr-rrr (I'm talk' 'bout, n***a)
Ayy, bitch (Lil bro strike, no, striked the Scat)
How I'm comin'? How I'm rockin'? (The Track' is back)
Go (The Trawkhawk back), I'm turnt up, turnt up, ayy (Trawkhawk, ayy)

[Chorus]
Flyin', lil' bro striked the Scat
Ridin', shells make his ass get back
Slidin', we on his head like a tack
Micro Drac', so that bitch fit in a bookbag
It's so much money, she like how I took that (Rrr)
Fillet Mignon, we upped that iron and cooked his ass
Ridin' with a brand new chop' (Ayy)
Ninety-percent, that bitch stolen (Rrr)
At the A.T.M, took out a knot (Rrr)
How you flex five racks? That's bogus (Bogus)
Have 'em screamin' out, "Ah, he shot" (He shot)
And that five-point-seven the coldest (The coldest)
She try to call me Jace!, do a hit, then it's Jason, it's Friday the 13th (Friday the 13th)
Get too much money, I keep movin' crib to crib, they talkin' 'bout murkin' me (Bitch)

[Verse]
Say she love me until she desertin' me
Send 'em up, send that boy up to Mercury
And that bitch she keep lyin' like perjury
I won't cuff, but I might let her flirt with me
We then striked the Scat', this Trackhawk back
Police get on us, desert the bitch
It ain't no hard feelings when n***as talk smack, we gon' solve it by tryna hurt the bitch
Don't give a fuck 'bout a image (Image)
And that choppa on me it diminish n***as
Bro really got used to spinnin' (Spinnin')
That AR do magic, it's cursin' n***as (Cursin' n***as)
Shoot him and don't take it personal (Personal)
I might go buy my bitch a lil' purse or two (Rrr)
Get high with the bitch, take a Perc' or two (Rrr)
You could pay me in cash, it's preferable (Rrr)
[Chorus]
Flyin', lil' bro striked the Scat
Ridin', shells make his ass get back
Slidin', we on his head like a tack
Micro Drac', so that bitch fit in a bookbag
It's so much money, she like how I took that (Rrr)
Fillet Mignon, we upped that iron and cooked his ass
Ridin' with a brand new chop' (Ayy)
Ninety-percent, that bitch stolen (Rrr)
At the A.T.M, took out a knot (Rrr)
How you flex five racks? That's bogus (Bogus)
Have 'em screamin' out, "Ah, he shot" (He shot)
And that five-point-seven the coldest (The coldest)
She try to call me Jace!, do a hit, then it's Jason, it's Friday the 13th (Friday the 13th)
Get too much money, I keep movin' crib to crib, they talkin' 'bout murkin' me (Bitch)