[Chorus]
G26, on my hip
If he run I’mma pop that, like
Hop in the V, I ain’t talkin’ at all
I’m buggin’ for Rah Rah, like
Like, grrah, walk up on him, I’mma burn him
I ain’t doin’ no driveby, like
He got in his head, he ain’t die, like
He should’ve went bye-bye, like
I’m with the Jet, he buggin’ for pop
I told him, “just [?]”, like
G6 [?], he gon’ spin on the city
We takin’ watches, like
AK he gon’ take it, but he not the Makk
Brodie just starvin, grrah
[?] free [?] with a Glock and Glocks, lookin’ like [?]

[Verse 1]
Let’s take us trip
I was on the set with a Jet and a Trend
We end up on-, we end up on fifth
We 8 deep, with 8 Glocks
Who do it like-, who do it like this?
Like, that bitch a thot after dark
She too drunk, she cannot get hit
Like, I was just stuck in my [?]
[?] take that risk, so I take me a trip
(8OH, like, 10 toes, never fold)
Like, I did this shit on my own
They think I be lackin’, I’mma make it home
Designer my drip, I’m wearin’ all chrome
[?] a thot, she wanna come home
(I got the [?], and throw for the low)
(We run up the trap, now that n***a gone)
[Bridge]
Bitch, grrah (bow, bow), yeah
[?], he run on the spot
Hit him in his-, like, like, yeah
Grrah, word to my dead
[?]
Your bitch a thot, she wanna have-
Like
(Your bitch a thot, she wanna have sex)
Bitch

[Verse 2]
Your bitch a thot, she wanna sex
Like, she gonna do me, the bro’s in the trap
Bro tryna shoot for the kill, [?]
Told bro “we don’t play for the Nets”
I got a [?] and she want DThang
So fuck it, that’s onto the next
(Like, I know a couple n***as duckin’ rec)
(And I know a couple n***as tryna click)
(And I know a couple n***as who got hit)
(Gotta stay on my G, n***as [?])
Told bro, don’t lack for the mish
That bitch a line, she dyin’ with him
Like, you tryna send me but [?]
[?] G6, I’m flyin’ with him
[Chorus]
G26, on my hip
If he run I’mma pop that, like
Hop in the V, I ain’t talkin’ at all
I’m buggin’ for Rah Rah, like
Like, grrah, walk up on him, I’mma burn him
I ain’t doin’ no driveby, like
He got in his head, he ain’t die, like
He should’ve went bye-bye, like
I’m with the Jet, he buggin’ for pop
I told him, “just [?]”, like
G6 [?], he gon’ spin on the city
We takin’ watches, like
AK he gon’ take it, but he not the Makk
Brodie just starvin, grrah
[?] free [?] with a Glock and a Glocks, lookin’ like [?]