[Intro]
(Damn-damn, Donny, you killed this shit)

[Verse 1]
Got me thinkin' 'bout shit that I did
Reminiscin' 'bout shit as a kid
I do not know how a n***a got lit
B-but I'm still findin' ways to get rich
All I know is that God had gave me a gift
And he told me just stay on my shit
I just hope they don't do me like Mitch
And I hope they don't hate me like Chris
Let me tell y'all a story, shit got lit (Like)
And shit hit the fan
I don't know, but it jammed
Shit stopped clickin' once I had the chance
Bitch lined him, he like, "Damn"
Let me tell y'all the story, how we made the plan
Let me get to the script 'cause bitchеs was doin' too much when I hopped out that van
But look, it was just me and Blitz two deep, wе was outside lurkin'
We was outside purgin'
Tryna look for a n***a we hurtin'
Tryna call up a miss to line this lil' n***a up, so we can see him in person
He was talkin' too much on the 'Gram, so I called that lil' bitch from his block, she was nervous

[Interlude]
We'll be on 1428 Elm Street at 10 o'clock
Alright, we'll be there
[Verse 2]
Yo, bro, I think she jackin' it
Tell that bitch, "I'm in love," and you start jackin' it
Only thing that I'm thinkin' is this bitch lyin' 'cause he gon' go straight in a casket
Like, yo, Blitz, you think she gassin' it?
Only thing that I'm thinkin' is coppin' shit
Get the addy, it's like 10 o'clock
We get to cruisin' right there down that block
I do not know, all I heard was the cops
H-heard the sirens, now I'm tryna waltz
Just buggin' and thuggin', thinkin' in the lot
Callin' this bitch, she keep tellin' me foul
She not pickin' up, I wonder why
Get the message, I'm hittin' reply

[Interlude]
Bro, where the fuck you at, bro?
We at the gas station, two minutes away

[Verse 3]
Like, we about to get rid of this n***a
I can't wait 'til we flick on this n***a
Get close, so I'm killin' this n***a
(Like, yo, like, why didn't you kill this n***a? Like)
Think a car pulled up (Like)
And the lights turned off
Got my G and my clip right up outta my jewels and I hop out the cut with my black hoodie on
Then I aim double hands
I get to thuggin' and stickin', once I get the chance, n***as know how I am
I get up close, put the gun in his face, all he heard was the—