[Intro]
(11:11 Sound killed this one)
Get me in the headphones
Turnt up
Lookin' in the closet, man, this shit still got the tags on it
Celine fanny pack for my bitch, I spent a bag on it

[Verse 1]
Uh, boy, that lil' shit you havin' ain't shit, I wouldn't brag on it
Caught a n***a in his hood on his block, made him crash on it
If them bitches get behind us, you better not stop, you better stab on it
She ain't have nothin' in the back, I put an ass on her
She ain't never fuck with broke n***as, she gon' ho you if you grab on her
Boy, you better pay that lil' shit, don't look stupid if the tab on you
He be 'round this bitch loose, he got a bag on him
Don't be confused when thеm boys put that fft on you

[Verse 2]
Ffah-ffah-ffah, heard them boys put the switch on you
Hе wasn't built for this shit, man, I heard he had the blick on him
I been trippin' through this bitch, man, I'm finna drop a kit on 'em
If a n***a try to touch my ice, then my boys gettin' on him
I been chillin' on the road eatin' healthy
I got my way with this shit, man, your bitch just texted me
She on some freak shit, she wanna eat the dick messy
She Boohdiddy on the dick, goddamn, this bitch blessed me
[Verse 3]
Blessed me like a pastor
I got n***as in the streets really gettin' active
Widebody 'Cat, you know we turn off the traction
This K'll separate your body, man, this bitch do magic
(Man, this bitch really do magic, n***a)
Take a pic' with a thick bitch, gon' beat her out the frame
This a 23, not a 19, they is not the same
I got a 23, I'm only nineteen, we are not the same
Soon as I touch a hundred, bitch, I'm goin' to Johnny Dang

[Verse 3]
Fifteen-hundred-dollar Moncler just to dodge the rain
Make a n***a stand still, see if he can dodge a K
Put a drizzy on a Sprinter van, but I'm not with Drake
N***a, you a fuckin' middleman, why I gotta wait?
You ain't even got no fuckin' money, why you got a safe?
We ain't forget you told on that n***a, what you gotta say?
We ain't gotta wait 'til we bump heads, you can die today
You gon' die right away, make you fly away

[Verse 4: MBK Boogz]
I'm finna hit the set, I'm finna cop a Goose
I do a song with Von and E, I get to talkin' loose
Quit actin' like the big dog, n***a, who you talkin' to?
And if a n***a miss a shot, my shooters fallin' through
I do the Gucci with the Bape, I don't care about this shit
My money stand tall, I don't care about a bitch
Real money gettin' n***a, yeah, I care about the flip
You shoot with your eyes closed, you don't care who you hit
[Verse 5]
You just shootin' just to shoot, you ain't tryna hit the opps
N***a, I'm an old-head, I put my money in my socks
Since you say you a down bitch, put this money in your wop
Then the bitch got to stuffin', almost called her ass Doc
Get to shootin' out the window, ain't got time to roll it down
I be tired of bein' in the city, I be in and out of town
You gon' get your ass ejected, you keep steppin' out of bounds
P90 Five-seveN, n***a, that's a lot of rounds, bitch