[Chorus]
H-hittin yo bitch from the back
Fuckin’ yo girl, and I’m breakin’ her back
Heard your mixtape, it’s ass
He mad cuz I’m gettin’ a bag
Yo bitch, she look like a hag
How you finna hate when yo shit’s trash
Wan’ talk down, but you’re bad
He in a VC, he gettin’ packed

[Verse 1: LilJonnyBoi]
Yeah, we on the come-up
Boy tryna test me, he gettin’ done up
We finna party all night ‘til the sun up
He talkin’ trash, boy get your funds up
I shoot like Rambo
Shootin’ so much, that I ran out of ammo
Walkin’ on water, got on Jesus sandals
We gon’ light em up, just like a candle
That’s not what I tote
You finna choke
He want the smoke
Let the choppa blow
Like NLE, I stay woke
Pull out the chop, aim at his nose
All of these diamonds, they glisten
When I speak, you better listen
Your music’s trash, you missin’
Talk on the net, IRL you a chicken
[Verse 2: Uxie]
Two twin Glocks and they lookin’ identical
Two twin thots and you lookin’ identical
Sharp ass shooter, huh-huh, reticle
Don’t fuck with no fake shit, not fentanyl
Shootin’ ya bros, and you say he need medical
Poppin these perkys, I treat em like edibles
Attracted to money, it’s time to get sexual
And my bullets will chase you, like a treadmill
Feelin’ like Skrillex, I’m droppin’ the bass
Talkin’ a lot, and we punchin’ yo face
Rockin’ a mask, yeah I ain’t got no face (That’s what the mask is)
Feelin’ like Tay-K, do the race
What is your name lil bro? No I don’t know
Hop out the 4 door, with a .44
Feelin’ like Santa, I’m fuckin’ ya hoe-hoe
Just seen her face, now I gotta go-go (yeaahhh)

[Verse 3: Ketsu]
Yuh, yuh, yuh
We in the VC, we smokin’ yo pack
You still talkin’ shit, you get sprayed with a MAC
I’m all in her crib, and I’m blowin’ her back
Only want me for n***s, so you goin’ out bad
Cheatin’ on me, yeah you cannot do that
Fuck worryin’ ‘bout a bitch, only one in my bag
Chillin’ with Yukey, I’m chillin’ with Shaq
He still talkin’ shit, so we shout out his back
I know where you live, yeah I know where you at
So my (O-O), please try not to lack
Got cheated on almost like 3 different times
Evelyn, bitch, we know where you hide
We not the same (O-O), fuck do you mean?
She said I’m so hot, made her wet through a screen
Moneysexual (O-O), only fuckin’ the green
Oh my god (O-O), I need to be stopped
[Verse 4: 1crusafix]
Haha, yuh, yuh, yuh
I got a choppa, my choppa gon’ blow
Talk on the gang, I’m wipin’ ya nose
I got a bitch, and she givin’ me dome
Just got a Glock, and you know that shit chrome
Pull out the blade, and I walk in ya home
Walk on the block, and you know you gon’ fold
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Aye, smokin’ the opp pack
Breakin’ yo bitch back
Said you want smoke, you not like that
Gettin’ the guap
I don’t check price tags
Sendin’ them shots
You better fight back, yuh

[Verse 5: Novastein]
Up the choppa, a-a-aim out the stick (Stein)
T-T-These (O-O) bitch, chattin’ behind my back
But I hope they know they ain’t on shit
Fuck all yo homies that’s dead
I’m glad they dead, them (O-O) can rest in my piss
Bullets they hittin’ his head, they hittin’ his head
Cuz you know that I never miss
Burn a clutch to my fist
Cuz the heata was makin’ my wrist hot
That hoe started singin’, they both started singin’
Man look like he recording a TikTok
I know why they hatin’, I know why they hatin’
I know the main reason they pissed off
Cuz all I do is sit in my room and play Roblox
And make more money then they mom
[Verse 6: goony]
How you finna hate when yo shit trash
Please don’t make me call up Aidyn
Yeah, he keep a strap, yuh
We got Glocks and gats, yuh
Bullets hit his back, yuh
We don’t talk, we gon’ let them bullets fuckin’ spray
I-I-I-I got wock, and I’m really sippin’ lean today
Yeah he talkin’ tough, we gon’ catch him
Hit ‘em in his face
You ain’t gang, you can’t hang, yuh
Get up off the wave (How you finna hate when yo shit trash)

[Verse 7: Gash]
Soulmate
[?]
I'm not on my state, see no desk to punch, [?]
Running from the [?] I'm fucking ready, I see you [?]
[?] I just feel like I'm gone [?] sonar
You're hiding but, you're [?], you're [?]
[?] hit the [?]
I see no signal
[?] that's a no

[Verse 8: Poptart]
Yuh, that boy a fan
Fuckin’ that bitch from the back
I been gettin’ money bags
Stop with the shit, stop with the cap (Stop with the cap)
He been talkin’ on my name, so we smokin’ on this pack
Play my cards right, yuh, we playin’ Blackjack
She’s so antisocial, that’s the name of the track
Hop in the benz, I’m wit Aidyn in the back (Hop in a benz)
She been blowin’ up my phone, like “bae where you at?”

[Verse 9: Mynamemanuelll]
I-I’m in the VC
Feel like John Cena, cuz you cannot see me (Yuh)
Hop in the whip, and I’m leaving
I’m with my boys no AC/DC (Yuh, yuh)
Shawty be callin’ me dad (Dad)
All of yo music is trash (Trash)
Talkin’ ‘bout me you get slapped (Slapped)
Better watch yo back (Back)
Talkin’ bout me, but I’m up now
I got the bag, I’m scorin’ the touchdown (Touchdown)
I’m finna be up now, I got the check and it’s comin’ in bunch now (Bunch now)
Hop in a whip and you know that we swervin’
I stole that from Aidyn (Yuh)
Gimme yo bitch, and I’m finna take it
Cuz all of y’all basic

[Verse 10: m0tive]
I'm gonna find your [?] back
And fuck you [?] miss some trash
Fuck all your shit, bitch you never go away
I guess all this shit wanna lower the chance
I'm not a fucking bitch and pull out a Glock
And ima shot at your body [?]
Fuck the gang, we got shots [?]
Are you better [?]
Feel like crusi [?]
[?] bitch in my brain
[?]
[?] and pulling out [?]
I got the saw and [?]
I got the saw and [?] the same
[?] ghost [?] plays

[Verse 11: caponeti]
I need a bad bitch, I’m talkin’ nympho
Killswitch, like Akimbo
Hollow tips rip his torso
I’m out of ammo
(O-O) talk shit in the VC, think he big shit
(O-O) you is just a big bitch
Add that (O-O) to the hitlist
Run it back, don’t get turned to a pack
(O-O) talk bitch, then he might get him and his bitch slapped
(O-O) wanna be a hero, (O-O) wanna play his act
‘Til we pull up with them sticks, hollow tips
On his ass

[Verse 12: chanelfather]
Woah, woah, woah, blick
Yeah, let’s go
Whole damn gang on go
Lil boy don’t want that smoke
Just copped some Chrome Hearts for my bros
He talk down, but that shit gettin’ old
Yeah, that boy he a bitch, he gon’ do what he’s told
Yeah, choppa gon’ take his soul
They can’t bite this, I’m way too cold
We watch this shit unfold, watch this shit unfold (Yeah)
We watch this shit unfold, watch this shit unfold (Yeah)
We watch this shit unfold, watch this shit unfold (Yeah)
We watch this shit unfold, watch this shit unfold (Yeah)

[Chorus]
H-hittin yo bitch from the back
Fuckin’ yo girl, and I’m breakin’ her back
Heard your mixtape, it’s ass
He mad cuz I’m gettin’ a bag
Yo bitch, she look like a hag
How you finna hate when yo shit’s trash
Wan’ talk down, but you’re bad
He in a VC, he gettin’ packed

[Outro: Aidyn & Uxie]
Hop in a Benz, can't drive a suburban
Bruh
Wait how does it go?