[Chorus]
My n***as leanin' on that street pole
Posted with them Glocks out
If you gon’ bring them opps out
We gon' bring them chops out
Thought we was lackin' on the block
Wow, they ran up so we popped out
We got them n***as slumped out
Check the scoreboard, we up now
Im not even in love now, i’m just trying to fuck and dub now
Last year i was chasin' bitches, i couldn't give a fuck now
My n***as love shootin' through peep holes
So bitch you better watch out
On that field we don't do free throws
And bitch we do not call fouls

[Verse 1]
When we pull up we spin back around
Make sure y'all n***as on the ground
My hood was loose i had to lock it down
Told mom "fuck school im droppin' out"
If we hear a n***a talkin' out
My n***as might just blow yo top out
And after we get done with you we gon’ pull up to yo pop house
This .223 gon’ blow yo top back
That gucci, we already copped that
MJ23 on the backpack, the choppa came with the smack pack
Just robbed a n***a on cashapp
Pull up on that n***a like a black cat
Shawty a ten i had to smack that, n***as plottin' had to react fast