[Intro: Rob49 & Trippie Redd]
Ha (Like me), look
Yeah (Oh)

[Chorus: Rob49]
Yeah (I'm shy, oh my God)
Hundred round drum on me, hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me, hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me, yeah
Hundred round drum on me, hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me, hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me, yeah

[Verse 1: Rob49]
Hundred round drum on me, brand new blick on me, brand new switch on me
Soon as I up, I blow, soon as I blow, he bleed, yeah
Hangin' with killers, hangin' with all of the real ones and duckin' the fake
Tellin' him to mind his business, I donе seen n***as who talkin' get shot in the face, yеah
That's why I'm keepin' my K, yeah, that's why I'm havin' my way, yeah
I'm 'bout to send that text, yeah, make a n***a pull up, spray, yeah
No, I ain't playin' at all, shit, n***a can't run no game, hm
Oh, he want smoke with us, yeah? Make a n***a face card famous
They know I keep my racks, on me, they know I keep my mag', on me
N***as done made me mad, brother, I'm tryna not to go crash on 'em
They know we'll tweak out, do shit worser than that last n***a
In a demon, ridin' with some steppers, I'm spin that bag on 'em, yeah
[Chorus: Rob49 & Trippie Redd]
Yeah (I'm shy, oh my God)
Hundred round drum on me, hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me, hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me, yeah
Hundred round drum on me, hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me, hundred round drum on me (Hey)
Hundred round drum on me (Yeah), yeah

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
I keep that blick on me (Blick), I keep that trip' on me, Bentley got heated seats
Play with the gang, he deceased, murder an opp like I murder a goddamn beat
Fuckin' that bitch and I'm keepin' it P, and I'm keepin' it G in the streets
And I don't put no dot on no muhfuckin' barrel, lil bitch' I'm a muhfuckin' beast
Shawty come over the crib, she swallowing dick, she fuckin' up all of the sheets
I ain't fuckin' up all that money, I'm fuckin' her and gettin' her geeked
I ain't never pressed 'bout none of these bitches, I fucked that hoe last week
That lil' bitch was an animal, ate like a cannibal, crushed that lil' bitch like a Danimal
Walked in this bitch and I'm fresh like a cantaloupe
Dope in the closet and racks in the envelope
Don't get to talking, this shit can get physical
Pull up big body, that bitch lookin' mystical
We send the shots through your grandmammy living room
Now ain't no talking, he turned to a vegetable
We with the business, we send him a message
"Man who the fuck is he fuckin' 'round testing?"
[Chorus: Rob49]
Yeah (I'm shy, oh my God)
Hundred round drum on me, hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me, hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me, yeah
Hundred round drum on me, hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me, hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me, yeah