[Refrain- Trap Gotti]
Had to hit that other jit cause he was talking crazy
Young n***a tryna chill, can not, I gotta baby
Yea, I'm riding with that stick, I know they tryna take me
I told 'lil brother, "grab the wheel, I'm finna get to sprayin'"
And you know I'm hoppin' out
And you know I'm poppin' out
Yea, these n***as they be talkin'
What the fuck they talkin' 'bout? Yea
If I don't got the glizzy, know that I'ma knock 'em out, yea
I never had to kizzy, yea I never had to cap, yea
I can't text you back I'm busy, sorry baby, chasing racks, yea
Aye, and they see that I'm that n***a now
N***a talkin' what they doin, knowing that, that shit a lie
Real gangsta movin' silent, n***a what that shit about

[Chorus- Trap Gotti]
Don't care 'bout being famous
You know I'm staying dangerous
In other words, I spray it if a fuck n***a try to play me
Was tryna hit the mall, I had done got in a altеrcation
If he play, I knock him off, you know this Glock ain't got no safety, yea

[Verse 1- Trap Gotti]
And I'vе been feeling like it's fuck a n***a
And if he play, I let my brother get 'em
And I ain't fucking with them other n***as
And they like "damn, he keep that cuttle with him"
Cause then, he go to choppin' shit, yea
When I'm steppin' out, you know I gotta pop my shit, yea
Ridin' with my Glock but, I just got another blick, yea
If a n***a try, I gotta put him on his shit, yea
I gotta put him on his shit, yea
If a n***a try, I gotta put him on his shit, yea
I gotta put him on his shit, yea
If a n***a try, I gotta put him on his shit, yea
[Refrain- Trap Gotti]
Had to hit that other jit cause he was talking crazy
Young n***a tryna chill, can not, I gotta baby
Yea, I'm riding with that stick, I know they tryna take me
I told 'lil brother, "grab the wheel, I'm finna get to sprayin'"
And you know I'm hoppin' out
And you know I'm poppin' out
Yea, these n***as they be talkin'
What the fuck they talkin' 'bout? Yea
If I don't got the glizzy, know that I'ma knock 'em out, yea
I never had to kizzy, yea I never had to cap, yea
I can't text you back I'm busy, sorry baby, chasing racks, yea
Aye, and they see that I'm that n***a now
N***a talkin' what they doin, knowing that, that shit a lie
Real gangsta movin' silent, n***a what that shit about

[Chorus- Trap Gotti]
Don't care 'bout being famous
You know I'm staying dangerous
In other words, I spray it if a fuck n***a try to play me
Was tryna hit the mall, I had done got in a altercation
If he play, I knock him off, you know this Glock ain't got no safety, yea

[Verse 2- Spinabenz]
Even in the mall, they know I'ma blow
N***a try me like I'm pussy, leave 'em in the store
I ain't with that cappin' I'm 'bout action
I'm 'bout everything say, I ain't just rapping
Aye, Max banging blood, get a napkin
Knew that n***a was gone die, like I had seen it on the Simpsons
Go get that choppa, hit his house, landlord we evict him
Spinz always been a suspect, never been a victim
Thought that n***a was his brother
Caught him loafin' and we clipped him
Filled him up, like a whole damn clip, hollow-tipped him
N***a think it was a bey blade challenge cause, we ripped him
We shoot missiles, I don't go nowhere without my pistol
Told Ku, she get out of line, kill his sister
Madden 21, I'll have all my n***as blissin'
We gone make it rain, dear I ain't talkin' Blitzen
You can diamond check my chain, VVS this bitch glistening
Spinz, got bars like a box so, they hittin'
Hot call, lookin' for the opps on a mission
You can tell by the way I talk, that I did this
I'm with this, the opps killed my 'lil cousin
Where they motherfuckin' kids at?
Bitch, I'm finna go, grrahhh, where my switch at?
Hit 'em with the whole damn clip, make 'em feel this
Football player, bitch I'm stuck where the field at?!