[Intro]
Ransom, you fucked this up
Yo, Nonzo, turn this up
She wanna, get naughty
YJay made this
It's Edot, baby
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, like (Grrah)

[Chorus]
He catch a shot (He catch a shot), he think I'ma box (Baow-baow-baow)
Bend through that block wit' two twin Glocks
When I spin through the uh, all you hear is shots, like (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
It get tactic
He say he a ooter, ain't totin' no ratchet (At all)
Lil thotty a hoochie, I won't even bag it (At all)
And I don't do features for n***as (Grrah), I'm taxin' (Gang-gang-gang)
Backdoor open I ain't even cappin', like (At all, at all)

[Verse 1]
Die Six, die 4, die Twos (Everything shot)
Even though I'm a rapper, still'll make the news
Why these n***as keep dissin' for views?
He got one to his head, unlucky, like (Unlucky)
He survived, now that n***a a dummy (That n***a a dummy)
In the booth, I'ma roll up some Dummy
Mix it wit' Lotti and the grabba punchin', like (Lotti)
I don't diss, but I get to the money
All my opps broke, all them n***as bummy (Them n***as bummy)
Big knock on my hip, what I'm clutchin'
N***as be mad, 'cause the city, I run it, like (City, I run it)
I was just 15, totin' 15
Tell the opps, "Bitch, I'm ready for war" (Grrah)
And no, I ain't playin' games wit' my life, n***a
Bitch, I'm takin' that chop to the store (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
Up it, up it, up it (Grrah-grrah), like, I'm 'bout to toss
Lost bro, they ain't show no remorse
So, why would I show some to yours? Like (Baow-baow-baow)
I'm a demon, I send 'bout 8
And you know that I'm bangin' for Wasca
On that block totin' chop everyday
Like (Like), can't wait 'til I catch me a Flocka (Grrah-grrah, boom)
[Chorus]
He catch a shot (He catch a shot), he think I'ma box (Baow-baow-baow)
Bend through that block wit' two twin Glocks
When I spin through the uh, all you hear is shots, like (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
It get tactic
He say he a ooter, ain't totin' no ratchet (At all)
Lil thotty a hoochie, I won't even bag it (At all)
And I don't do features for n***as, I'm taxin'
Backdoor open I ain't even cappin', like

[Bridge: Amaarae]
I really like your body, I really wanna get naughty
I think you're such a hottie
Slow dancin' in the party
Oh, yes, bring me the money
Book a flight to Miami, baby, take me out the country

[Verse 2]
Like, how you spin wit' no shells? You stupid (Dummy)
This chop make noise, no music (No music)
Like Metro, it can get to boomin' (Grrah)
In these streets, they know that I'm ruthless (Baow-baow-baow)
I'm the risk taker, hang wit' spliff makers
Keep one in the head, she can't line me (At all)
Me and Roscoe like MJ and Scottie (And Scottie)
Or fuck it, like Bobby and Riley (And Riley)
Free Scottie (Free Scottie), that's the n***a who up it and aim for skullotti, like (Free bro, free bro)
Free Scottie, we was uppin' in public, that shit was a hobby, like (That shit was a hobby)
I'm really on that shit, since I was young, I was takin' them risks (I was takin' them risks)
Call up Roscoe G for the hit, all it take is a click and that n***a dismissed (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
[Outro: Amaarae]
I really like to party, I really like your body
I really wanna get naughty, I think you're such a hottie
Slow dancin' in the party