Part I: Serigo McFarlane

[Chorus]
Fucking with Gunna-Gunna, on the over/under I done fucked around and caught drips
I was born broke, grew up broke, then a young n***a got fixed
It’s Chucky time, you play-play, n***a everybody got sticks
Since Nip died, boys inspired, n***a everybody turn Crip
I can’t take a photo, you ain’t my main bitch, you my low-low
Not into doing promo, you can give me top, let me poke though
If I take a risk, I wanna bolo, me and Baby Joker goin loko
I need good gas, keep the coco, need 100 pounds of Mojo Jojo

[Verse 1]
If I die lemme go to heaven, Alkaline on the beverage
In acres homes, at Mickey-D’s extra Mac Sauce number 7
Can’t leave the country I’m a felon, white bitch name Rebecca
Got $100 million on my schedule, on the couch chillin wit Ellen
Donut, donut donut, donut, I’m in love
Ain’t one bitch I could trust, I get tuna fish on my sub
Bunka burger not the beef, Marathon on the fleece
If you ain’t loyal, swallow bleach, if the bitch faithful, I'ma cheat
Every bitch a fuck hoe, don’t call my phone bout hoes
I can’t snitch it’s a no, that go against my soul
DA got the dope, Dapper Dan on the coat
I fell in love with the hoe, I love the way she drive the boat (Kodak)
IHOP over Denny’s, ratchet bitches on Tinder
Big mama caught me cheating and punched the bitch
Who the fuck she is, Remy
Paid a Bill Cosbys for the Nikes, I am 50Tyson
Fuck 3 cousins in the same night, my granny know I’m triflin
[Chorus]
Fucking with Gunna-Gunna, on the over/under I done fucked around and caught drip
I was born broke, grew up broke, then a young n***a got fixed
It’s Chucky time, you play-play, n***a everybody got sticks
Since Nip died, boys inspired, n***a, everybody turn Crip
I can’t take a photo, you ain’t my main bitch, you my low-low
Not into doing promo, you can give me top, let me poke though
If I take a risk, I wanna bolo, me and Baby Joker goin loko
I need good gas, keep the coco, need 100 pounds of Mojo Jojo

[Verse 2]
One deep, Lunch Crew, Mike Amiri, Achoo!
Snatch ya chain, we gon shoot, smoke you in a chicken coop
My side bitch a bugga boo, get popped like a bubble do
Bitches be in love on the 'Gram, when in real life fuckable
Compare drip with Gunna-Gunna, I done spend about a dub or two
Drip check with DJ Mustard, stupid drip, need a tub or two
I’m lit baby, I’ma Flint baby, dirty water, how we coming through
Got a Philly bitch, said she into health, she'll fuck for a Jamba Juice
Lunch Crew, Lunch Crew, Lunch Crew Lunch Crew, I put the money up
Now n***as wanna come around, old hoes wanna fuck me now
W-W-Want a piece of what a n***a worth, on mommas, gotta be smoking work
Ex hoes wanna rekindle, I text 'em back you gotta suck it first
It’s war time, we gon' stake it out, leave a n***a in a vacant house
Feds wanna question, no interviews, we don't take a plea we goin straight to trial
The bag talk, that’s how my drip talk, Chanel, my hoe not bear claw
Lying n***as talking brick talk, remember big show I’m big sauce
Part II: Robert Takbar

[Hook]
Mama put me out the house, she said I was a target
But she don’t know I got this Glock in me closet
Big belly rude boy, moving silence, no talking
Feds did a sweep I flushed it up down the toilet
Mama put me out the house, she said I was a target
But she don’t know I got this Glock in me closet
Big belly rude boy, moving silence, no talking
Feds did a sweep, I flushed it up down the toilet

[Verse 1]
Look, I dipped off to Houston, they was looking for me
Bitch, I’m rapping now, up my sound with Takbar and Meek
I’ma drop the Porsche and then, period panties, my seats
And these hoes love me, I’m built like Despicable Me
Bitch, I’m outta shape, trap sexy, stuffed with a thousand plates
Cezar 52, she on a date with a heavyweight
Boom-shakala, Boom-shakala, well, wait
Michigan n***as punch anything, my n***a punched the K
Bitch leg skinny but ass fat, I call her pumpkin bae
She went crazy, went to the feds off a punching case
No clean money, we swipe gods, we had to punch the case
I ain't beefin' with OVO when I say my n***a punched a drake
[Chorus]
Mama put me out the house, she said I was a target
But she don’t know I got this Glock in me closet
Big belly, rude boy, moving silence, no talking
Feds did a sweep, I flushed it up down the toilet
Mama put me out the house, she said I was a target
But she don’t know I got this Glock in me closet
Big belly, rude boy, moving silence, no talking
Feds did a sweep, I flushed it up down the toilet