(Intro)
HA AYE (Lil Bitch)

Yeah AHAHAHA (YEAH)

Yeah HAHAHA (YEAH)

(Verse 1)
P-P-Pull out the knife pull out the switchblade

Balling so hard I feel like I'm MJ

Talking that shit and I pull out this big drake

I carry them sticks I carry them big things

Kicking his ass I feel like I'm Lui Kang

Stay with the clan I'm not taking about Wu Tang

Choppa it switch up like some mood swings

Can't fuck with that boy that n***a he so lame

I'm with the team they all on the roster
Ball in the paint like I'm Iguodala

N***as so broke they ain't got no dollar

Rocking that Fendi I'm rocking that Prada

And I Gucci it's all on my collar

Spot on that boy you know that we shot em

Stay with my Nina I feel like I'm Autumn

Draco beatbox we Spot em We Got Em

(Hook)

(Yeah)
Took a xan a couple bars

On my wrist be Audemar

I feel like a Superstar

O-O-On the block wе dropped that boy

Can't play me son no I ain't no toy
I hold them racks up with joy

Wе send that boy right to the Lord

Run in your house we kick down doors

We got them racks up on the floor

I got the guwap, but I want more

And we got hella sticks galore

And in the trap we pouring 4s

I keep my Glock right in the drawer

And blow that bitch when I get bored
(BOOM)

(Verse 2)

Can't fuck with no 1s only them Benjamin's

Taking these percs yeah I’m taking my medicine

Lil boy you a rookie and I stand as a veteran
Can’t 1 up on me lil boy I’m the better man

Keep on a lil tux man I feel like a gentleman

Shot his ass up now that boy he a skeleton

Swerve in a Vette and I swerve in a rover

Do-Do-Do-Blatt now that boy slumped over

Look at your ice, but my shit colder

Keep an AK strapped on my shoulder
(Yeah)

Brand new Glock it got a red beam

All these n***as wanna test me

Kickin shit I feel like Bruce Lee

Got my paper it be loose leaf

I'm real slime, but I'll make your nose bleed

All these n***as they can't hoe me

Got these bands I'm on my lonely

And these n***as they be phony

Call up Vonte that's by broddie

Test lil bro he snatch yo chain

Just like Fredo my Glocks bang

(Hook)

Took a xan a couple bars

On my wrist be Audemar

I feel like a Superstar

O-O-On the block we dropped that boy

Can't play me son no I ain't no toy

I hold them racks up with joy

We send that boy right to the Lord

Run in your house we down doors

We got them racks up on the floor

I got the guwap, but I want more

And we got hella sticks galore

And in the trap we pouring 4s

I keep my Glock right in the drawer

And blow that bitch when I get bored