[Intro: Kyle Richh]
This n***a's gritz, you ugly as fuck n***a
Grrah
(Hahaha, it's Shomii on the beat, you already know how we rockin', man)
Fuck n***as talkin' 'bout?
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Like, like what, like what?
Grrah, grrah grrah grrah

[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]
Why he runnin'? I ain't even click, like
TG don't miss
I got a knock, put the beam on his hip
She a thot, she gon' backdoor her friend for some dick, like, what?
Up it and blow, if I spot me a flex that's on bro I'ma throw
Benny got hit, he got beat with the pole
I'ma spin on my dolo, no time for the shows, like, what?
She neaky, she nasty
Legs in the spot and they yellin' out, "Cathy"
Can't run, been spunt the addy
I don't do internеt shows, don't at me
And these n***as on live in they room, like, they not outside for real
Backdoor when it's time for the drill
We gon' empty the block, give a fuck how you feel
You too tact, tell bro don't lack
Up that gun, it's gettin' hot
Tuck that gun, if bro spin back, better duck that gun
I got a gun, I'ma oot it for fun
Setty B in the back, he gon' click 'till it's done
Everything dead, I'm not jackin' nobody
He dissin' the gang, he get turned into runtz, like, what?
Red beam, put the dot on his chin
Whatever he jackin', I'm droppin' that shit
He tried to box, caught a shot to the fist
N***a [?] gon' spot him and flock out the whip
Like she a thot, no time for the kissin'
If that boy woulda spin, he get flocked [?], like
41 all my n***as is winnin', like
Gun go grrah, grrah, grrah
Head tap, one in the noggin
Told bro don't stop, keep flockin', like
She a thot, she gon' fuck with the [?]
Thottie, she feenin' to pop it and lock it
Like McGrady, I keep me a rocket
Pop me a perky, I turn to a demon
No scope, bitch, I do not need it
She call me Mike, for the way that I beat it
[Verse 2: Tata]