[Intro]
(Dizzy You Violated)
Ayy, ayy, go

[Chorus]
Ayy
Empty out the drum, gotta fill it back up (Duh-duh-duh)
N***a gettin' too close, gotta back up (Back up)
You ain't runnin' up shit, run them racks up (Racks)
Every boss gon' take a loss, pick the slack up
It's gon' get ugly
If I see a n***a tryna mug me
Mad 'cause his bitch tried to hug me
Mad 'cause his bitch tried to fuck me
I ain't had time, so I made the bitch suck me
If she get my time, then that means she got lucky
Pull up, gang tucky
Pull up, gang litty
Ain't no checkin' in with the mob in your bity
I can't show no sympathy, I can't show no pity

[Verse]
I ain't got feelings
But I made a killing with the stars in the ceiling
Once you cross that line, I don't want no dealing
Could tell I been hurt, but I really need healing
I ain't even rollin' right now, I'm chillin'
That's the type of shit that's gon' makе a n***a relapse
Junkie hit my linе, he gon' give a n***a feedback
Pass me the grabba, we done ran out of tree wrap
Hundred bands cash, I could tell you never seen that
And I don't talk money 'cause my people ain't rich yet
My people stuck in Haiti, I can't even much fix that
How you sip green? I can't even much sip that
She like an orange cone, how you still ain't hit that?
How you still ain't slide and then tell 'em send the drop?
I'ma show you how to ride on 'em
Hit her from the back, waist deep all inside of her
Then I kicked her to the curb, I done really got tired of her
Yeah, I had to switch rosters
I'm the real deal, all them boys imposters
Askin' me for cheese, right there where I lost her
If she ever cross me, she know it's gon' cost her
Imaginary friends, I ain't talkin' 'bout Foster's
I'm tryna pick it up, but the lean got me slow mo'
I don't need a squad, I can pull up dolo
BnB, we got these bitches screamin', "Yolo"
Up and down motion, she movin' like a yoyo
Nine millimeter, yeah, I'm ridin' with that Romo
Slidin' in the rented, she think that it's a stolo
Ever since I got here, n***a been on go mode, go
[Chorus]
Ayy
Empty out the drum, gotta fill it back up (Duh-duh-duh)
N***a gettin' too close, gotta back up (Back up)
You ain't runnin' up shit, run them racks up (Racks)
Every boss gon' take a loss, pick the slack up
It's gon' get ugly
If I see a n***a tryna mug me
Mad 'cause his bitch tried to hug me
Mad 'cause his bitch tried to fuck me
I ain't had time, so I made the bitch suck me
If she get my time, then that means she got lucky
Pull up, gang tucky
Pull up, gang litty
Ain't no checkin' in with the mob in your bity
I can't show no sympathy, I can't show no pity

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy
I can't show no pity
With the mob in your bity
Ayy, yeah
Ayy (Yeah)
Duh-duh-duh