[Verse One: B.A.]
You know them Russian Pak-9's can work the Glock clips
Hollow tips and .45's, they won't survive this
Four killers in one whip, and plus, we don't miss
Put the blowers in the stash, cause Bird flipped the bitch
I'm coaching all of my n***as to aim above the lips
He infiltrating the circle, he's tryna' sink the ship
It's a captain decision, we must get rid of him
[Concentrate?] on how you talk to me, or I'll trip a friend
They were shocked by the size, I whipped the biggest man
Snatch the pockets off britches, and drop him where he stands
These n***as snitches and bitches, and they don't understand
How do you think your not tricking? You bought an OnlyFans

[Verse Two: Remble]
How do you think we should kill him? I'm sick of throwing hands
I think I might have the turkey, I'm sick of going ham
When they see me walk in the party, it's "here we go again"
If anyone gets loud in this party, watch Billy go again
Remember wanting eggs in the morning, it's cereal again
No more Frosted Flakes in the cupboard, it's Cheerios again
People like to listen to me when I'm really going in
I didn't get a safe yesterday, so I'm finna go again
If I put ten bands in his face, does he really know his friends?
Bro, just sit outside of the circle, you're never coming in
Might tell her I love her tonight, and then never come again
Popped another dancer, and make sure he never crump again
Burner to the fight to make sure that you don't get jumped again (it's Remble)
[Verse Three: B.A.]
I could put you to the test, but this is no exam
You can ask your bitch about me, she know who I am
You tried to call yourself "Taxin", but you're not Uncle Sam
He was shitting bricks, we pulled up in the minivan
I bounced out, and I'm holding the Glock with both hands
I see that your a Tik-Tokker, you really love to dance
When them shots starting firing, just hit your running man
I seen him aim down sight, it's a confirmed shot
I got a bruise on my thumb, that came from loading Glocks
Like a Jarritos bottle, I'm tryna' pop this top
B.A, he's a badass, he's really stomping blocks
P.O told me stop smoking, but it'll never stop
I'mma give him the blues for acting like a cop
I'm increasing my aim, I'm taking every shot
And the migos out to get me, I'm their favourite opp
They don't ever do nothing, but they just say a lot
She thought that I was out cheating, but I'm just playing COD
Your big homie got chipped, now bring the flowers out
Someone tell me, what is all this chasing clout about?
Thought it was sweet, until I brought them sour candies out