[Chorus]
If you talkin' shit, bitch you better keep it lowkey
Ima pop the cut then ima pop out the .40
Baby tryna' fuck but she don't even know me
Get the fuck out my life, you was never my homie
If you talkin' shit, bitch you better keep it lowkey
Ima pop the cut then ima pop out the .40
Baby tryna' fuck but she don't even know me
Get the fuck out my life, you was never my homie

[Verse 1]
YBK the gang and we just pushing this mass
Fuckin' with my brother, we on his ass
Shawty in my crib, she gon bust down for cash
Only bout to hit one 'fore i run up the pass
2020 year, this new album got gas
It's only me and my n***as, bitch you not getting pass
Shawty hit me up, said "you not in my class"
MJ don't care, he'll drop a ho fast
.223 that choppa and we came with a mask
Ran in his crib lookin' for the cash
Opened the safe then i opened the bag
Packed up the cash and we left in a flash
Show after show, damn this feel like a dream
Whenever i feel lonely ima pour the lean
Just chasin' these racks ain't nobody in between
Ain't no new friends, it's only the team
Drip when i step, bitch i stay with celine
She said she want love, the fuck do you mean
Keep her to the side, you not gettin' diamond rings
Hit her to 2 times 'fore i pass to the team