[Intro]
Yeah, go…

[Chorus]
I’m on his block what he gon' do? (Ha—ha)
Talking that shit won’t shoot that pole
Real street n***a, i’m keeping the tool (Ha)
He think he better than me that’s bull
Fuck yo' ho', making her drool
Fucking yo' ho', she thinking i’m cool (Huh-ha)

[Verse]
That boy want some smoke let’s do it
I’m in the trap with Giela we cooling
I-I put the purple in my damn fluid
I’m finna Jug bro he stupid
That n***a fake, boy i knew it
Im making money that’s what i’m doing
We going up we ain’t losing (Yeah—ha)
N***a i fuck yo' ho' on this Xan
If i need the pack ill call up lil' Zen
I hop on the mic and make a lil' band (Go)
Yeah, Yo' ho' call me the man, ima just go and fuck on her friend
I’m so high man i can’t land
Block that ho' i ain’t yo' man
He talk—he talking down but he a fan
Fn, Drac' gon' give him a tan
Bad ass ho' she a lil' ten
Bеtter watch out they ain’t yo' friends
Yеah, i’m finna call up lil' Zen
He talking down i filled him with led
I’m sitting back and stacking my bread
He wanna talk put two in his head (Yeah)
[Bridge]
Drum, drum
Booly, c'mon

[Chorus]
I’m on his block what he gon' do? (Ha—ha)
Talking that shit won’t shoot that pole
Real street n***a, i’m keeping the tool (Ha)
He think he better than me that’s bull
Fuck yo' ho', making her drool
Fucking yo' ho', she thinking i’m cool (Huh-ha)