[Intro]
(King)
(Tired, is that you?)
Yeah, mhm, hrr, hrr, hrr, hrr, hm, young n***a-, hm, hm

[Verse]
Whole gang locked up, young n***a trappin'
Young Gotti, I won’t hit no lick with that yat
Wasabi, we flip that boy, pop at his back
Young n***a pop out with “Urrtl”, and aim at his “Urrtl”
Fuck mobbin' n***a, he talkin' ‘bout “What’s good?”
I fucked her then did her bad just like I should
I'd hitman to get his ass back but he would
Talkin' crazy on the ‘Gram, flatjack his whole hood
Oh shit, you told me, “Don't take him off”, man, I misunderstood
If I could just fuck for one night then break that ho off, man, I would
100 bands in the safe, let's go hit the juug
Kay caught another K
We need to mask the fuck up
All of that stickin finger shit, n***a, you need to back the fuck up
That bitch said she love me, ha-ha-ha, that shit made me crack the fuck up
I'ma just sip on that Wock' and roll that dope up
Snake that boy bad, you could just call it Cobra
I'm twice, but diss on the mob, I’m on one
Me and Vеlly take him through the swamp just like a ogrе
For my gang, I’m going all in, ain't talkin’ poker
Hm, caught that boy and did a double homicide
N***a, you scary
I know that you ain't gon' ride
Yo' ass believe in them fairies, you got the wrong guy
I get the fuck from the cops on some spares, you know I’m O-nine
White and black bitch on my video, you know they both mine
I turn on that switch just like a light bulb, I pull out that Glock, he get blind
76, mob shit, until lil glokk die
White bitch from Alpharetta gon' set yo ass up, all that ho want is a line
I hit a lick on the eastside way before I shot the vid' with 2wo2ime
She told make time for her, bih' got me fucked up ‘cause I can't even really make mine
Huh, I ain't got time for no bitch
I only got time for makin' money and hit licks
I do not got time, you gon' had fuck with me, then fuck my clique
I only got time for puttin' B'Rolls in my pocket
And n***a, you say you caught me outside with no fye, n***a, stop it
Don't think about pullin' that shit, shawty, drop it
We smokin' Tavon ‘til I'm higher than rocket
You flex with that gun on the ‘Gram, but you will not pop it
Huh, I talked to Phat the other day, he like, “What the fuck poppin'?”
Pulled out the Glock the other day on a fuck n***a drivin'
She tried to fuck the whole damn gang, that lil' ho conniving
When I swang that door, you know I'ma let that stick hang
Me and Kin we don't really do talkin'
We at the High Table with no motherfuckin' office
She said she don't wanna fuck because I'm cocky
You ain't good for none', bitch, but that sloppy toppy
You ain't gon' pull out that stick for none', why you gon' post it?, just pop it
You n***as be workin' with twelve, heard that walkie-talkie
Paranoid as the fuck, can't go nowhere without my Glocky