[Intro]
She gon' blow a n***a, Baghdad
Baby, watch where you put your hands at
Top Kid, I'm the antagonist
Fuck n***a, get your mans back
Hunnid' band, call 'em on the side
I'm on his chain, I call up homicide
Fuck n***as ain't outside
Fuck n***as ain't outside

[Verse]
Pulled up, look like damn
Pulled up, look like damn ones
Bitch got a fat ass, dark ones
Better not step on the AF1s
So, I'm flying Air Force One
Fuck n***a die, shit, they have his gun
Ran out of time, only time could tell
Finna' smoke loud, but it's loud as smell
Finna' get some dope, was shootin' up the 'zell
Bad lil' bitch, yeah, she doin' her nails
Smoke be free, but the smokе is [?]
Bounced too quick, [?]
[?], bitch she drunk
Screaming "Free 30", gotta' gеt the boy out of the cell
Choppa shot hit 'em, and it send 'em to hell
Choppa shot hit 'em, and it get on his coattail
N***a want war, but I know that he know well
Bitch so bad, she YSL
Bust the bitch down, tell me how it felt
Tell me how it felt, love
Pushin' that motherfucker's scat pack
A 100 some racks in the backpack
Shot at the boy, now I go bend it
Say he want smoke till I'm backed at
[Chorus]
Say no mo', where the ass at?
Get up Jace ain't with the rat pack
I love you girl, why would you ask that?
I thought we was getting past that
She gon' blow a n***a, Baghdad
Watch where you put your hands at
Top Kid, I'm the antagonist
Cap my money, where the rubberband at?
I'ma fuck her, where the rubberband at?
Someone tell me where the rubberband is
Bitch n***a, he can't get his mans back
Watch yo' rank up, shootin' Top Kid
Want his chains, I'ma call up homicide
Fuck n***a trollin, called up homicide
His whole gang dropped from homicide
Got the opps thinkin' 'bout suicide

[Chorus]
Say no mo', where the ass at?
Get up Jace ain't with the rat pack
I love you girl, why would you ask that?
I thought we was getting past that
She gon' blow a n***a, Baghdad
Watch where you put your hands at
Top Kid, I'm the antagonist
Cap money, where the rubberband at?
I'ma fuck her, where the rubberband at?
Someone tell me where the rubberband is
Bitch n***a, he can't get his mans back
Watch yo' rank up, shootin' Top Kid
Want his chains, I'ma call up homicide
Fuck n***a trollin, called up homicide
His whole gang dropped from homicide
Got the opps thinkin' 'bout suicide