[intro]
Kelt kelt
Ha
Yea Yea baby yea
Stupid
Stupid boy
Stupid boy
Stupid boy
Stupid boy
Yea huh n***a aye (aye)
Aye n***a

[Verse 1]
I be with da steppas they’ll step on you bout me you come dis way ya stunt somebody go pay dat fee
Say they go rump wit me boy you ain’t go fuck wit me
A n***a go die up in dis bitch a pussy n***a touch me
Plenty bodies we be wildin’ boy you won’t get rushed for free
Slide in da mmh watch yo back dat Glock a SRT n***a walk it out his top I bet yo top ain’t duckin these
All dat bootin’ betta stop i go by dot pay murder fee’s
Steal ya life that’s burglary
Kill shit at night that purgery
I’m the one that dish out beef ain’t no n***a out here servin’ me
N***as hatе I fuck his bitch I bet by then he hеard of me
I smoke too much don’t try to fight yo ass get burned in first degree
It’s a engine in dis bitch I hit the gas and it’s go pull
Bitch i’m tinted ridin’ fast whats in this ride knock down a bull
Bitch i’m wit my main man something like ralo and skull
For them n***as thats dissin’ ralo i’ma make yall momma release a dove
My first time I ran down I went back home and hit the tub
Stood over me a pussy filled his bitch ass up with slugs
I ain’t type I ain’t Alright I might just squeeze dis n***a more
N***a know we really steppin’ I treat my opps like they lil bugs
She like my swag she want a thug
I got blue’s and I got dubs
I ain’t stingy with dis paper baby i’ll spend it just because
But I might just pay ya bills if I fuck wit you dats love
Tell ya ex n***a to chill that rah rah shit get turned to buzz (Bah Bah)
[Bridge]
Hahaha (n***a)
Aye what the fuck
N***a

[Verse 2]
I been earned my stripes just like i’m tigger that pull the trigger
Grinded all my life I ain’t earn this shit bitch how you figure
Send a hit my way i’ma kill the killer that’s comin n***a
Last n***a dat tried dat shit he was a dummy n***a i’m fuckin’ the trigger look how I pull them bitches comin’ n***a
Hungry what young n***a full i’m gettin’ money n***a
Bitch i’m ballin’ for the winter i’ma ball all summer talkin’ comma after comma get dat money up in bundles
Like fuck dat I might go old school the carper h200 or go cop a big body or give dat shit way too my Momma
I dropped dat shit dat flood the streets it’s in my hands and I can’t fumble
On my word I tell em spread I tell my mans you work for numbers
Summer time they say it’s whats in the Glock make it december
We pop out on blocks alot and turn them dissers into sprinters

[Outro]
N***a turn them dissers into sprinters bitch