(Intro)
What we doing, yeah

(Chorus)
He tote blocks, bet I Milly Rock
When I got my Glock out
Say he an opp, so I wait for him to pop out
Shot’s out, leave a n***a dead when I shot out
N***as know what’s up with me
They asking for a shot out
I ain’t finna give you shit
Never gave a handout
Broke ass n***as always talking with they hands out
If I catch my n***as lacking
No one let my mans out
I’ma put some bullets in his chest
Make him stand down
Saying you a tough n***a
Say that you a tough n***a
To be honest, you’d be
Really, really, you’d be bluffing
I don’t really fuck with you
N***as ain’t been clutching
When the opps was thing
They prolly fuck on they cousins
(Verse 1)
Shots out a big Glock
Don’t do no Milly Rock, yeah
Pouring down that Wok
He tote shottas, we to Glocks, yеah
Bad guy, leave a n***a dead
Think wе bluffing?
Bitch, you look like
You do incestuous fucking
Shots sent out a fat TEC
We be on that
Fat ass, bitches looking down
We been on that
Thinking about the way my n***as go
Thinking ‘bout that
There is no way to go
Pull up on the opps real slow
Show ‘em what they do not know
And

(Chorus)
He tote blocks, bet I Milly Rock
When I got my Glock out
Say he an opp, so I wait for him to pop out
Shot’s out, leave a n***a dead when I shot out
N***as know what’s up with me
They asking for a shot out
I ain’t finna give you shit
Never gave a handout
Broke ass n***as always talking with they hands out
If I catch my n***as lacking
No one let my mans out
I’ma put some bullets in his chest
Make him stand down
Saying you a tough n***a
Say that you a tough n***a
To be honest, you’d be
Really, really, you’d be bluffing
I don’t really fuck with you
N***as ain’t been clutching
When the opps was thing
They prolly fuck on they cousins
(Verse 2)
N***as think they run shit
Been running with an old bitch
Fat TEC, thinking that they dead
Ain’t doing nothing
Bug bites, n***as tryna kill us
Quickly end the night
Tryna blast out
But the TEC was on full flight
Pull my Glock out
I’ll bet that they get shot out
Bitch n***as dead
If they stand up, they get called out
I get that’s sounding racist
Every day, I feel amazing
Don’t know what to do
There ain’t nothing you can say
There is one thing you can do
And that is to play spades
Don’t know what to do?
Don’t ask me!

(Chorus)
He tote blocks, bet I Milly Rock
When I got my Glock out
Say he an opp, so I wait for him to pop out
Shot’s out, leave a n***a dead when I shot out
N***as know what’s up with me
They asking for a shot out
I ain’t finna give you shit
Never gave a handout
Broke ass n***as always talking with they hands out
If I catch my n***as lacking
No one let my mans out
I’ma put some bullets in his chest
Make him stand down
Saying you a tough n***a
Say that you a tough n***a
To be honest, you’d be
Really, really, you’d be bluffing
I don’t really fuck with you
N***as ain’t been clutching
When the opps was thing
They prolly fuck on they cousins