[Intro]
She sexy and she know It
Grrah, gang-gang
Gang-gang
She sexy and— (Move, look)

[Chorus]
So why the fuck you drop my O? (Grrah)
Like ya mans ain't die by that poke (Grrah-grrah)
I up it and shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' the D's cause I gotta get low
I ain't passin' this blunt, y'all know what I smoke (Grrah)
Too official, y'all know what I'm on
And they label, they callin' my phone
Let's talk about how that boy ain't make it home

[Post-Chorus]
You can die for the shit that you say in yo songs
You keep tryna move look but y'all doin' it wrong (Grrah)
That's a thot and she playin' my song
That's a thot and she gettin' me long
Oh she a thot, tell her take off her thong (Grrah)
Oh that's a opp, he get beat wit' the gun (Grrah)
Grrah, smokin' all deads (Grrah-grrah)

[Chorus]
So why the fuck you drop my O? (Grrah)
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole (Grrah-grrah)
I up it and shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' thе D's cause I gotta get low
I ain't passin' this blunt, y'all know what I smoke
I'm too official, y'all know what I'm on
And thеy label, they callin' my phone
Let's talk about how that boy ain't make it home
(Grrah)
(Gang-gang-gang)
(Every opp shot)
(Smokin' all deads)
(Grrah)
(Gang-gang—)
(Go get that n***a)
[Verse 1]
I'ma spin, where they at?
In the spot wit' a couple of Makks (Ayy)
We see a opp, I bet he get clapped
Ayo Bri, ya pussy was wack (Damn)
And these n***as they know what I jack
You jack OzK you get clapped
And Lotti got stabbed in his back (What the fuck?)
That bitch a thot, and she lemme slap (Grrah)
It's too oppy I stay wit' my knock (What the fuck?)
Try and line me you get shot
And that bitch a thot I be totin' my nine
Move look, he gon' get you the guap
We dump on the flocks and we smokin' on Benz (Benzo)
Opp thot, lemme bring a friend (Grrah)
I catch Buddah, he get hit (Like, look)
Ayo Quan, you better not miss
I see a opp, I'ma hop out the whip (Grrah)
Move look, he don't trip (Damn)
And the Oz in the spot like, "We in"
If we see a oppa we empty the clip (Grrah)

[Chorus]
So why the fuck you drop my O? (What the—?)
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole (Grrah-grrah)
I up it and shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' the D's cause I gotta get low
I ain't passin' this blunt, y'all know what I smoke (Grrah)
Too official, y'all know what I'm on
And they label, they callin' my phone
Let's talk about how that boy ain't make it home
[Post-Chorus]
You can die for the shit that you say in yo song
You keep tryna move look but y'all doin' it wrong
That's a thot and she playin' my song
That's a thot and she gettin' me long
Oh she a thot, tell her take off her thong
Oh that's a opp, he get beat wit' the gun
Grrah, smokin' all deads (Grrah)

[Chorus]
So why the fuck you drop my O? (Grrah)
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole (Grrah-grrah)
I'm finna shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' the D's cause I gotta get low
I ain't passin' this blunt, y'all know what I smoke
I'm too official, y'all know what I'm on
And they label, they callin' my phone
Let's talk about how that boy ain't make it home