[Intro]
(J, this shit too crazy)

[Verse 1]
I can't name another n***a fucking with me
Quarter in the wood cost $150
Tryna run the rap game like 50
Bows come from Sacramento like Bibby
My young n***a got a Glock 10 milli
You know we gotta keep it on us in the city
Stomach shot leave that n***a shitty
Stuff a 50-ball in my Dickies
I don’t trust n***as, n***as sticky
I ain't tryna fuck, bitch, make it quicky
Glock sticks, you know they hold 50
Taking bows down to Mississipi
Every week in another city
I'll never leave my brother like I’m 150
Everywhere I go, I got thugs with me
Throwing Bs, got some Bloods with me
He throwing Cs, I got cuz with me
Can't go nowhere without my gun with me
He can't go nowhere, he ain't got no funds with him
He switched sides, I don't fuck with him
If she stay down, then I fuck with her
If she stay down, run it up with her
Skino always in the cut with us
Got some lean with me, bring a cup with you
I... know these n***as be hating a lot
I'm throwing Bs 'cause I'm from the block
A n***a play with gang, I’m getting him dropped
I wanna fuck, I want the top
If you my brother, I’m calling you Ock
If she ho, I'm calling her thot
If you ain’t talking money, n***a you get blocked
[Bridge]
I don't fuck with n***as, they opps
N***as start beefing, they call the cops
$500 just for a pop
Me and my n***as locked in like locs
Bro keep a stick, he is a mop
You ain't no bully, n***a you ain't no jock
I feel like Boosie, I’m calling the shots
These n***as worser than Instagram bots

[Verse 2]
I can't name another n***a fucking with me
Quarter in the wood cost $150
Tryna run the rap game like 50
Bows come from Sacramento like Bibby
My young n***a got a Glock 10 milli
You know we gotta keep it on us in the city
Stomach shot leave that n***a shitty
Stuff a 50-ball in my Dickies