[Intro]
(He-ha-ha-ha-ha!)
(Back in this bitch for the ninth fight)

[Verse 1]
B-B-B-B-Bitch, it’s smoke if a player hatin', motherfucking run their mouth
Damn, this country small, lil' bitch don’t matter if it’s north or south (South)
You keep the toolie, I don’t need it, bitch, we fade with fists
They steady leakin', what the fuck they got it on my ricks?
D-D-D-D-Double whips, steady rippin' up the SH1
Sippin' liquor, fuck the system, I'ma have my fun
The ultimatum, do we follow dreams or bite the gun?
You taste the metal when that shottie restin' on yo' tongue

[Verse 2]
Y-Y-Young motherfucker, but I’m 'boutta level up
Everybody wanna run it, but I’m runnin' up buck
Imitating what I’m makin', but these boys just suck
When you run a bit of muck, a motherfucker really 'boutta get stuck
Stuck in the mud, switchblade tucked, bitter luck, and you should
Escape your fate if you make it, do not celebrate it
'Cause death ain't related to good, ayy
Creepin' around with a hood
They tryna fuck with it, wish that they could
Bitch and it’s only beginning, I’m taking my winnings
If fuckers could stop me, they would (Ho) (He-ha-ha-ha-ha!)
[Bridge]
Wake up, bitch, I'm a walking fucking nightmare, uh
Pussy talk, yeah, but know that he ain't fight fair, uh
AK sprayin', send an opp into the stratosphere
A bit of metal can induce a lot of fucking fear

[Verse 3]
Motherfuck everybody, I'ma sip my tea
Mind up on the money, get the money on me
Never buddy, buddy, bitch, I find it kinda funny
That a motherfucker really think he got my steez
I’m too cold with the shit (Shit)
T-T-Too cold in the whip, too cold with the fit, like
I roll with the clique
Fuck with me and I’ll be filling your kitchen with piss, bitch

[Outro]
(Bitch, it’s smoke if a player hatin', motherfucking run their mouth)
(If a—if a player hatin', motherfucking run their mouth—mouth)
(Smoke, if a player hatin', motherfucking run their mouth)
(If a—if a player hatin', motherfucking run their—run their—)
(Damn, this country small, lil' bitch don’t matter if it’s north or south)
(Damn, this country small, lil' bitch don’t matter if it’s north or south)
(Damn, this country small, lil' bitch don’t matter if it’s north or south)
(Damn, this country small, lil' bitch don’t matter if it’s—)