[Pre-Chorus]
Yuh yuh
You said ask your friends but these n***as foul
Wasn’t up to chance it was up to you
Ay, n***as is some hoes, you can’t fit in my shoes
I could get you gone and disappear it poof
[?] fucking choose
Hoe you posting big, who the fuck is you

[Verse 1]
Bullets pick him up, get that n***a schooled
Jump up out out that cut, wit’ that n***a True
Fuck up out my whip, you not finna’ shoot (ratata)
Put him on a poster, ion fuckin’ hoop
These n***as is jus’ some posers, ion fuck wit’ you
Took her to the outlet, she want Jimmy Choo
(huh, huh)

[Verse 2]
N***a what it do
I came in with the [?], i came in with my crew
I can’t come down i see yo’ ahh, think bout’ killing you
N***a you should dip, we not feelin’ you
We don’t fuck with cops, n***a fuck 1 2
Pull up in that drop, in that twisted coupe
You the pussy crew, but the [?] truth
Oh that was your bitch she ain’t said shit bout’ you
[Outro]
Rip my bro, n***a missing you
Marching down on feet, and i’m missing you
Bitch you insane ain’t no fixing you
I hit his brain ain’t no fixing dude
I had my way bitch im fucking [?]