[Intro]
Alright, let's get it
Bitch, bitch, gang, bitch

[Verse]
Me and bronem in a hot car, tryna opp hunt
Swing the pole and let this choppa blow, I know I hit his son
Catch his ass and then we [?] his ass and let his blood run
Fuck the opps, them n***as goofy, tell them n***as "Hit sumn'"
N***a, I got big money, he ain't see the blicks comin'
He tryna talk, ain't tryna talk lil' bitch, just come and leak somethin'
There ain't no squashing beef, I'm off the leash, I don't wanna fix nothin'
All that walkin' and I ain't hit, run down and leave his head gushin'
You gon' die 'cause you snitched lil' bitch, you shouldn't have said nothin'
Get tired of waitin' on your ass, pull up and now this lead dumpin'
She like "Jdot is you tired of me?", just keep the head comin'
And if it's beef we dish it off for free but he ain't sayin' nothin'
There's two choppas in the car, where you at? Bitch, I'm with Jaq
Oh, I'm with Sosa smoking dosia, tryna go and kill a opp
We might pull up on his block, ayy, bro just pass me my AR
So I can blast some shit then ditch this bitch, go home and get the Glock
Bitch, I got this shit on lock, 'cause I'm on top, she gave me top
She like "Jdot did that good", I beat that pussy in the car
Ralo with [?]
Give me a name, I got a hunnid rounds, going [?] for that drop
Pussy K, I fuck you up, I ain't gon' say "Who want a cut?"
Sike, bitch, you know it's Jaq, he tryna cook a n***a up
This choppa hit a n***a up and if I catch you, boy, you fucked
Boy, I dare you, know we creepin', tryna leave them n***as stumped
He a bitch, these bullets blow, he got shot because he talk
I'm with Drake, just pass lil' bro the K and let my bro go dumb
You tryna pop, I call two-one, tell 'em "Pull up to the front"
He the driver and we got two chops but he still brought his gun
Baby Jay ain't going for nothin', pull steppin' and he done
Three, two, one, I jump out on his ass and catch him, he can't run
We do this killin' shit for fun, rest up Ralo, we smoke Runtz
Out in public, I'ma up it, I ain't never leave my gun
Where that iron at? Push his mind back
Wherever bro gon' catch him at, just leave his pussy ass slumped
She tryna me like I'm crazy, fuck that ho, these bitches dumb
In the club you might get stomped, you better hope I sneak my gun
'Cause I'ma blick yo' ass and kill you, fall back in the crowd and run
[?] come pick him up, I dropped his ass, that n***a done
Hit the e-way, this too steep, then I just dipped off for a month
Don't do no shootin' out the car, bro, hit the brakes, he tryna run, bitch