[Verse 1]
If I'm up and you down, we gettin’ pape' together
Bring the wrong K out the crib, we finna change the weather
I'm finna chase this n***a down like a German Shepherd
Lil’ bitch, I don't fuck with you, you got bummy handle
N***a say it's up, then it's up, I ain't givin' out passes
Told him don't shoot, but he shot, man, he trigger-happy
N***a said he got that bag in, but he ain't got that package
’Cause them n***as ain’t doin' what they say, them n***as just be rappin’

[Verse 2]
I can put my foot on the 'bow, I compressed it
And I need sixty-five an eighth, this the best shit
Hit they block with this K, I guarantee I stretch shit
N***as act tough, they don't know they got a deathwish
N***as want beef 'til you burn, now he tellin’
Bitches act tough 'til you fuck 'em, now they yellin'
Thirty in the Glock, that bitch sittin' on my pelvis
Bro cook the dope, grab the fork, he need extras
Wrapped that shit so many times, you can't smell it
The plug fuck with me, when I call him, he gon' mail it
Hitting the stand, writing statements, all that shit tellin'
I kill 'em with fashion, caught a body in Margielas
Thirty-two for four-forty-eight, but I'ma mail it

[Verse 3: GrindHard E]
I need a hundred a line for this drank or I'm not sellin' it
I don't even buy drank from n***as, it's probably tampered with
I just smelled some Act' in my dream, it was heaven-sent
Woke up and told my bitch to go and get some medicine
If ain't codeine on the script, then it's irrelevant
I got love out in Cali, they just sent me clothes
I got a plug on the yay, but I ain't sellin' dope
And I got a plug on the drank, but you would never know
If I get a pint of Hi-Tech, I only sell a four
Unc' don't smoke crack cocaine, but he be sniffin' coke
[Verse 4]
Big boy ten mil' hold twelve, this bitch'll sink a boat
Put my young dog on your ass, somethin' gettin' smoked
They said the feds lookin' for me, what the fuck they want?
I'm in a Scat everywhere like no the fuck they don't
Made a hundred thousand off weed like, n***a, fuck that dope
Everything I say now, I gotta talk in code
Gotta watch what I say, 'cause feds tappin' phones
N***as catchin' fed cases 'cause they movin' wrong
Next package that I'm gettin' gon' be stupid strong
Off-White everything, you sick I came VLONE
'Bout to hit the road with your bitch, I had to send her home
Switch the gurbs over from the iPhone to the flip phone
Just got a bag in, n***a, but that bitch gone