[Intro]
Ayy
Can't finesse a real finesser, hundred shots, get the stretcher
(Produced by YodaYae)
C4, I don't know no better
(Just pay the guy)

[Chorus]
Ayy
Ayy, don't shoot, just be out late night
I perform with that K, ain't got no stage fright
Most them n***as I was with had to get left 'cause I stayed right
Bro inside that hole, he can't even count his days right
Uh, tester tasted that dope, said it don't taste right
Can't finesse a real finesser, hundred shots, get the strеtcher
I ain't playing no sports to get no lettеr, took one off his sweater
Told the bitch I could not sweat her, mama said I better not ever
I better not ever, no, I better not ever
Told the bitch I could not sweat her, mama said better not ever
Fucked that bitch and then I left her, can't stay, that's not clever
You know C4 a trendsetter, they copy whatever

[Verse]
And these hoes like paparazzi, they spot me wherever
And these n***as act like hoes 'cause they don't be no better
He wasn't getting no motherfuckin' cheddar, cheddar, cheddar
Fucked that bitch and found out she's a bed wetter
She won't give no head, oh, she actin' like she scared, left her
Clown-ass n***a, that boy up on Stephen said level
And I fuck your bitch, I don't like your rap, she said I say it better
Play 'round, he's a dead fellow
Thirty shots, he runnin' like a treadmiller
Met a plug, he hit my price right on the head, n***a
Ever play around with CEO, then he's a dead n***a
Watch him bled, n***a
Full of lead, n***a
I know your partner kind of scared, but they ain't gon' say it, n***a
A real boss and I'm gon' play it, n***a
Better watch your homie when your back turnt
She was single, now she pregnant, now she backburnt
He was broke, he finessed, now he back turnt
N***as really don't like the truth 'cause them facts hurt
It's all red now, he had on a black shirt
Popped that thirty ball and fucked 'til her back hurt
"How you high speed all them foreign cars?" 'Cause I'm Black, sir
Ayy, I ain't had no daddy, I'm a bastard
Got these 'bows in this house, Mr. Baxter
Ayy, I fuck a bitch until I see her tracks, sir
Ayy, ayy, and we can fuck, but I gotta feel that neck first
Uh, bitch steady askin' me my neck worth
I ain't doing shit until they clear that check first
It's a Glock in here, but you can call it a man purse
Count these hundreds 'til my hands hurt
Money over everything right now, but it was fam first
Fuck 9-12, I seen my dog put in that damn hearse
N***as tweakin' on C4 'cause they want a damn verse
Tell all my brothers to stay dangerous and blam first
For sure
[Interlude]
My bros to stay dangerous and blam first
Ayy
My bros to stay dangerous and blam first

[Chorus]
Ayy
Ayy, don't shoot, just be out late night
I perform with that K, ain't got no stage fright
Most them n***as I was with had to get left 'cause I stayed right
Bro inside that hole, he can't even count his days right
Tester tasted that dope, said it don't taste right
Can't finesse a real finesser, hundred shots, get the stretcher
I ain't playing no sports to get no letter, took one off his sweater
Told the bitch I could not sweat her, mama said I better not ever
Ayy, ayy, I better not ever, no, I better not ever
Told the bitch I could not sweat her, mama said better not ever
Fucked that bitch and then I left her, can't stay, that's not clever
You know C4 a trendsetter, they copy whatever