[Intro]
Haha, it's-it's-it's Shomii on the beat, you already know how we rockin', man KR
(That's what I'm talkin' about, that's why he's the MVP, like, damn)
He said (That's why he's the G.O.A.T., the G—)
(24 is the G.O.A.T.)

[Chorus]
Like, fuck all that music shit (Suck my dick)
When it's really down to the drillin' (Like, what?), like
My n***as uppin' the score (Like, damn, bitch, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Iffy might spin, put the dot on his fitted
Ayo, Touch, shit got a kick
Sp-spinnin' in tints, them shits get flipped (Like, what?)
Damn, and please do not creep
I got PTSD from the shit that I did (Damn, damn, grrah)

[Verse]
Why-why he dissin'? He want my attention, like
And we seen you run on your mans (Damn, damn)
Got some feelings from shit I can't mention (Mention, what?)
Big-big gun, this shit don't jam, damn
Keep my gun and my bitch on my side (Damn, like, what?)
I'm a demon, I do try to hide it (Likе, damn)
In my feelings, hidin' in silence
Like, can't run, too latе, been popped him (Popped him)
Free-free Safe, freedom's a must (Free Safe)
Like, how you dissin'? Like, who did you touch? (Who did you touch?)
We don't care 'bout the shit that you do (What did you— what?)
What did you do when you ran into us? (Grrah)
In all black tryna find me a Blixk'
He feelin' tough, he could die with his grip (Like, damn)
Drop my 4, he got put on the floor (Like, what?)
Beef ain't dead 'til he dead on the floor (Damn, damn, damn)
Like, what? Damn, head tap, drop 'em (Like, what?)
Catch a hot one for thinkin' he got one (Like, damn)
Brodie told me to trill through the shorts
It's two opps in the spot, I'ma flock 'em (Flock one)
41 got the city on hots, damn
Thootie, dead on a bed (Thootie), like
I told that bitch, "Get the fuck off my leg
If you not givin' head, better kick me ahead"
Ain't get touched, how you my opp? (What?)
Damn, y'all n***as not smokin' my dead
We cannot beef 'cause he talk to the cops
You gotta stop that, who did you flock at?
Like, what? Like, what?
If he spin, better go for the kill, I'ma flock back (Grrah, grrah)
Big gun pushin' his top back
It's a good day, bro got us a opp pack (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
[Chorus]
Like, fuck all that music shit (Suck my dick)
When it's really down to the drillin' (Like, what?), like
My n***as uppin' the score (Like, damn, bitch, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Iffy might spin, put the dot on his fitted
Ayo, Touch, shit got a kick (Like, damn)
Sp-spinnin' in tints, them shits get flipped (Like, what?)
Damn, and please do not creep
I got PTSD from the shit that I did (Damn, damn, damn)