[Intro]
Damn, Lil' FckBwoy, man, you know that I be killin' shit
Ah

[Verse]
I'm the face of the Bronx like, what? (Like, what?)
Been on my dolo, I do what I want (Grrah, grrah)
How many n***as got put in the blunt?
Bent through and got turned in to runts (Grrah, grrah)
She my baby, she hold on my gun (Hold on my gun)
We see the opps and we makin' 'em run (Don't run)
How is you doubtin' me and I thought you was proud of me? (Like, what?)
I couldn't see through the sun (Like, what?)
Real shit, I like holdin' my funds (My funds)
Bitch, I was broke, I was still on a run (Grrah, grrah)
N***a dumb, I ain't goin' for nothin' (Nah)
Big bro on that shit, like this shit for his son (Like, what?)
Try to reach for my chain, I'ma cut out his tongue (Grrah, grrah)
Free all my brothers, they standin' as one
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Better not come, when I see you, you done
Triple bullets, gon' beat on his son (Grrah, grrah)
Bad bitch, light-skin, grabbin' her bun (Grabbin' her—)
TP, I know she tryna rump (TP)
Get in between and I'm bussin' a stunt (Like, what?)
She a gunt, she just want me to take her to lunch (She a gunt)
She a thot, grab on her butt (Grab on her—)
Beat the box, then I go on a hunt (Go on a hunt)
I just bought a new shh, I'ma stunt (Shh)
Get in my bag and I roll up a blunt (Roll up a—)
Throw it back, don't front (Throw it back)
Beat it up, she a gunt (Grrah, grrah)
Turn around, do a stunt (Do a stunt)
Baby, we could just do what you want (Grrah, grrah)
Turn around, I might hit from the front
And I know that she freaky, I grab on her bun
If I buy you Chanel, would you buy me a gun? (Go buy me a gun)
And some days I be feelin' lil' sick
PTSD got me movin' like Wick (Grrah, grrah)
My opps be bendin' in whips
Better not spin in them tints, them shits get flipped (Get flipped)
She my baddie, she totin' my grip (Totin' my—)
She ride or die, I know she my lil' bitch (She my lil' bitch)
I can't get booked, 'cause I'm about to get rich (I can't)
'Til the day that I got, that's on bro, I won't switch
'Til the day that I blow, that's on bro, I won't bitch (Grrah, grrah)
I get money, take risks, and I do it like Mitch (Like Mitch)
F.E.B on a trip, wit' your bitch (On a trip)
R3 in the whip, hit the drift (Skrrt, skrrt)
They like, "Yus, like, you really diff'" (Really diff')
She gon' shake it on me, 'cause I'm lit (Grrah, grrah)
Off the 'migos, she takin' a sip (Takin' a—)
Baby off muddy, she pourin' up tris (Tris)
Free the innocent, they gotta sit (They gotta sit)
And one day I'ma go and I'm gonna be missed (Grrah, grrah)
If we together, we takin' that risk (Grrah, grrah)