[Intro]
(Damn, lil' FckBwoy, man, you know that I be killin' shit)
Glah

[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]
Like, what? Shoot through the dark
Dissin' my dead and this .40 gon' bark (Glah-glah-glah)
Big EBK, I don't show no remorse (Like, what? Like, what?)
She a baddie, she straight from Dior (Glah-glah-glah)
Can't trust no bitch, that's what (Like, what?)
She said her n***a not hittin' it right (Like, what?)
She a thot, she need dick in her life
I got a gun, why the fuck would I fight? (Like, no)
Dotty a dummy, up that spliff, new opp in the air (Dotty)
Spot a opp, that's on bro, I'ma flair
I got a gun, why the fuck would I fear? (Like, what? Like, what?)
Perky bussin', 'drenaline rushin'
He tried to run, caught a shot to the stomach (Like, damn)
Spin through, flock at his muffin
Dotty a dummy, that boy is on nothin' (Glah-glah-glah)
Told bro, ''Shoot at his rear'' (Like, what?)
Give me that chain, that shit got glare (Glah-glah-glah)
Like, what? Who that, right there? (That right thеre)
Thumb in her butt, she a thot, don't carе (Glah-glah-glah)
Spin in the V, he on feet (Like, what?)
Did a drill, had to switch up the sweater
Like, we goin up, and everything better (Like, damn)
Tried to line, I'ma send her to Melo (Like, damn)
And P is my favorite letter (Like, what?)
I'm in that pussy, I'm makin' it wetter (Glah-glah-glah)
He a rat, eatin' the cheddar (Like, what? Like, what?)
One false move, I'ma think it's a set up (Glah-glah-glah)
[Verse 2: Jenn Carter]
She a demon, she like to perform (Gang)
If I'm down, I'ma shoot through the storm (Glah-glah, boom)
Said that boy is a dummy, got sent to the Lord (Gang-gang-gang)
And I'm fiendin' to click on the blick in the mall (Mall, damn)
Like, keep a heater, so I can stay warm (Gang-gang-gang)
I am not Durk, but I'm closin' the door (Glah-glah, boom)
I'm Lil Baby, emotions is raw
I'm a dog and it's bread in my paw
She like, "Jenn, you all over the TV, I understand why she never can see me" (Gang)
I can tell that the opps wanna be me (Glah-glah)
Hang out the V, can't dump no BB (Glah-glah-glah)
I be geekin', I 'oot out the Mackage (Gang-gang)
They like, "Cartey, you turned to a savage" (Glah-glah)
Fuckin' your bitch, I can tell she a average
I'ma just keep on stackin'

[Verse 3: Kyle Richh]
He a dummy, keep on lackin'
Reload the clip, put the beam on his back then
Ten deep, be cautious
Like, what? It's a 4-1 extortion

[Outro: Kyle Richh]
Glah
Like, what? Like, what?
Glah
Glah, glah, glah