[Intro]
(M-M-M-Mercy)
(K-K-KB the plug)
Grrah
(Ransom, you got this)
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, uh

[Chorus]
It's lit in the party
Lil' thot go dumb off the molly
I might roll up Delilah or Lotti (Lotti)
Can't wait 'till I catch me Zanotti (Zanotti)
You spin? You what? You uh, you dumb (Grrah-grrah)
This chop' that I got make 'em run (Grrah-grrah)
Beretta attached with the beam on the gun (Grrah-grrah, boom)
I'm spinnin', I'm looking for n***as that's talking on gang, like
How you go dumb with the juice?
You ain't catch no hits, you don't got no aim (Don't got no aim)
I'm wit' it, I'm a shooter, I might spin through the Sev with a ruger
Head crack, I'ma slide off a scooter
.456 and I gotta maneuver (Gotta maneuver)

[Verse]
This chop', I'm tossin'
Oh he 2Woo? Bro off him (Gang)
Grrah-grrah, put him in a coffin
Bro keep clickin', ain't taking no losses (At all, at all)
I'm trying to get him, leave him where he at
Like, what's the word, what's the facts?
I don't like fightin' so I keep a—, uh
I don't like fightin' so I keep a strap (Baow, baow, baow)
Big chop' on me, uh
I'm in thе field with a rocket (Grrah-grrah, boom)
He watchin' my hand in my bag, uh
But that shit in my pockеt (Pocket)
Bri Bri (Bri Bri), these n***as be cuffin' a thot bitch
I can not lack for no bitch in the strip
These n***as be cuffin' a opp bitch
[?] tryna catch 'em [?], like
Get shot in your chest
Talkin' on bro, you can meet your death (Grrah)
Everybody dead, n***as got me fed (Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
I did a lot for these n***as (Uh), and n***as ain't do back (At all)
I shot a lot of these n***as, and n***as ain't shoot back at all, grrah
[Chorus]
It's lit in the party
Lil' thot go dumb off the molly
I might roll up Delilah or Lotti (Lotti)
Can't wait 'till I catch me Zanotti (Zanotti)
You spin? You what? You uh, you dumb (Grrah-grrah)
This chop' that I got make 'em run (Grrah-grrah)
Beretta attached with the beam on the gun (Grrah-grrah, boom)
I'm spinnin', I'm looking for n***as that's talking on gang, like
How you go dumb with the juice?
You ain't catch no hits, you don't got no aim (Don't got no aim)
I'm wit' it, I'm a shooter, I might spin through the Sev with a ruger
Head crack, I'ma slide off a scooter
.456 and I gotta maneuver (Gotta maneuver)