[Intro]
I hope these n***as don't get me
I pray that these n***as forgive me
I'm posted on the block with a semi
I'm posted on your block, [?]
You run up on me, I'ma buss
You run up on me, I'ma [?]
You run up on me, I'ma grrah, grrah, grrah
I had to come back on this shit
I had to come back on this shit
I had to come back with the [?], huh
Taylor 'bout to fucking flex!

[Chorus]
You get me? I hope these n***as don't get me
I pray that these n***as forgive me
I'm posted on the block with a semi
Get the choppa, that bitch stayin' with me
If you run up on me, I'ma up it
If you run up on me, I'ma buss it
If you run up on me, I'ma grrah, grrah, grrah
You get mе? I hope these n***as don't gеt me
I pray that these n***as forgive me
I'm posted on the block with a semi
Get the choppa, that bitch stayin' with me
If you run up on me, I'ma up it
If you run up on me, I'ma buss it
If you run up on me, I'ma grrah, grrah, grrah
[Verse 1]
When I was a youngin', I was a badass kid that [?]
I didn't like talkin' to n***as, so I went to [?] and talk to the mic
Play these n***as like Squid Game, you get popped, red light
Now I'm done talkin' my shit, I'm finna drop the mic
Heh, sike, you thought, made five bands off hyperpop
You fuck n***as like type a lot, I don't mind [?] for shit on the Internet
Sneak dissin', I [?] into that
If you make a diss, I am not dissin' back
If you slide on my brother, I'll spin with that gun
I got a big choppa, it do pack a punch

[Chorus]
You get me? I hope these n***as don't get me
I pray that these n***as forgive me
I'm posted on the block with a semi
Get the choppa, that bitch stayin' with me
If you run up on me, I'ma up it
If you run up on me, I'ma buss it
If you run up on me, I'ma grrah, grrah, grrah
You get me? I hope these n***as don't get me
I pray that these n***as forgive me
I'm posted on the block with a semi
Get the choppa, that bitch stayin' with me
If you run up on me, I'ma up it
If you run up on me, I'ma buss it
If you run up on me, I'ma grrah, grrah, grrah (Taylor 'bout to fucking flex!)
[Verse 2]
Off of the head, I got a choppa, I shoot at your legs
I got a Nina, I'll buss 'til you dead, off of that perc, yeah, I'm off them meds
These n***as rats, these n***as be fans
I'm gettin' these racks, I'm gettin' this bread
Ain't text back, I left her on read
Up that choppa, then he fled
Nina, ridin' 'round with a Nina
I know Romani gon' beat up, smokin' that gas, can't breathe, uh
I do this shit for my muh'fuckin' brother, big .45 put you in the gutter
I want the smoke, n***a, I ain't stutter, I'm fuckin' yo' bitch and then fuckin' yo' mother
Ooh, I came with a rocket, walked in with a Glock in my pocket
Ooh, the X, I pause it, "Du, du-du, du" when the chop get to choppin'
(Yeah, I'm posted up with the semi, yeah, yeah, yeah, and the choppas)
(Taylor 'bout to fucking flex!)

[Chorus]
You get me? I hope these n***as don't get me
I pray that these n***as forgive me
I'm posted on the block with a semi
Get the choppa, that bitch stayin' with me
If you run up on me, I'ma up it
If you run up on me, I'ma buss it
If you run up on me, I'ma grrah, grrah, grrah
You get me? I hope these n***as don't get me
I pray that these n***as forgive me
I'm posted on the block with a semi
Get the choppa, that bitch stayin' with me
If you run up on me, I'ma up it
If you run up on me, I'ma buss it
If you run up on me, I'ma grrah, grrah, grrah
[Outro]
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Taylor 'bout to fucking flex! (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)