[Intro]
[?] is[?], n***a?
Turn me up Jay
Huh?
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah

[Chorus]
This bitch let off thirty and ain't gon' jam, tss, I love this vec'
My head in the streets, ion love no n***a, 'less his name was Chris
Drenched, get in that bath but it ain't us, it's y'all that's gettin' wet
They keep tellin' me, "Rap with a lil' mo' class", I ain't no teacher's pet
Bitch don't think shit sweet 'cause I bust rhymes, I ain't yo' regular artist
I ain't even gon' say belt, these jumper cables, you know I get shit started
Thick ass bitch, he saw me and got on brick, somehow I'm still a artist
Fake ass lean you sippin', you poured up six and my cup still the darkest, n***a

[Verse]
N***as ain't clappin' nun'
Opps tried to come to my block and missеd everything, like damn, can you hit somеthin'? (Damn, can you hit somethin'?)
Ion do no singing but n***as get walked and shit, that's every summer (Shit that's every summer)
My shit ain't on tight, 'cause me and this Glock together like dumb and dumber (Like dumb and dumber)
We like dumb and dumber, swing one door and watch how n***as run in (Fume)
You'n even grab yo' pipe when shit go down, somebody call a plumber (Shitty ass)
Hood baby, I'm wearin' Amiri and Mikes, and my shit full of hunnids
I can't miss, I get in that paint and I ball like I play for the Thunder (I get in that paint)
Get straight to the beat, don't Twitter beef, that's them shenanigans
I can get you ice, but this ain't cream, you gettin' banana split (I can get you ice)
I can put some bread up on yo' meat like I make sandwiches (Put that bread up on yo' head)
Send that pape' and you gon' see a show, the trenches management
Me and gang ain't seeing eye to eye, but that's still my big brother (I love my bro)
I can't even blame him, all he know is Glocks and burnin' rubber (I can't blame him)
Screaming drench, I wish it'll rain, I feel like David Ruffin (Drench, drench, drench, drench)
N***as keep on droppin' and that shit sad, you gotta stand for somethin' (Why y'all keep on droppin'?)
Ion even listen to rappers that's too rich no more, I can't relate
All that Hollywood shit ain't even me, look I'm still on the eight (Bitch, on my hood)
This shit stack or starve, but I been stacking, and (Bitch I'm still stacking) I'm still clearin' the plate
I'm too turnt right now, ion want you, baby yo' ass too fucking late (Too late)
Huh, yo' ass to fucking late (Time's up)
Huh, bitch I been doing great (Doing great)
Yo' ass too fucking late (Time's up), yo' ass too fucking late (Yuh), bitch I been, bitch doing great (Uh-huh)
[Chorus]
This bitch let off thirty and ain't gon' jam, tss, I love this vec' (Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk)
My head in the streets, ion love no n***a, 'less his name was Chris
Drenched, get in that bath but it ain't us, it's y'all that's gettin' wet (Yeah, walkin' on this bit' like)
They keep tellin' me, "Rap with a lil' mo' class", I ain't no teacher's pet (Walk, walk, walk, walk, ugh)
Bitch don't think shit sweet 'cause I bust rhymes, I ain't yo' regular artist
I ain't even gon' say belt, these jumper cables, you know I get shit started
Thick ass bitch, he saw me and got on brick, somehow I'm still a artist
Fake ass lean you sippin', you poured up six and my cup still the darkest, n***a

[Outro]
Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Yeah, walkin' on this bit' like, walk, walk, walk, walk, ugh