Hook
N***a yous a bitch
Put that on gang

Thought I told you stop speakin on my name

Pull up in my new whip
Got the ruger for the drill

Pop a lil bitch like a fuckin X pill

I gotchu excited ignited
Okay

Put the fuckin strap to ya cap
Olay

I ain’t fuckin playin
W you lil pussy bois

Bitch I told you once don’t bum my way


Man I’m in the streets for real
Y’all cap

N***as ain’t bout that

Think cause you got a strap
You that

N***as ain’t bout dat

You ain’t never did a drill
You ain’t really in da field

You is really bitch made & that’s facts

N***as ain’t bout that

Verse
Hands go up
Wait
Once
(Blllaaaaaatt)
All y’all n***as fall down

Got the silence on my pump
Screamin fuck 12 so I make No sound

If you fuckin w a snitch then we all go down
You ain’t used to doin hits why the fuck y’all round

N***as worried bout bitch you ain’t worried bouta check

Hit em w the mini tech
Watch his skull go FLOAW

Aye

I like rockin ice
Patеk on my wrist

Yeah yeah

I like driving nicе
Nitrous on my whip

Yeah yeah

My bitch rock Michael Kors
And her shit be real

Yeah yeah

Heard he movin bricks
Go in for the steal

Yeah yeah

Aye

I don’t even know what y’all on
Know time y’all on
I get mines I’m gone

Aye

I don’t fall in line no more
No I’m not an og
But I got mines I’m on

Aye

Swear my whole city know
If it’s not from the streets
Than it’s probably from porn

Aye

Me & Stevie stone on the beat
Like a mine in the street
Bitch we might go off
FLOAW