[Intro]
Yeah, yeah yeah
N***a
Yeah yeah
Let me go bruh
Wrap this shit up man
N***a
Yeah

[Chorus]
If it’s smoke, then I’m coming with it
I ain’t got to hire no n***a to murk you
I’m the one coming to get you (Yeah)
My mama hit my phone in the trenches like “Boy don’t shoot that pistol”
Told my bitch “If some shit go left just hit my stash and come and get me” (Shhh) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I ain’t had to drink with the bitch
I’ll got the bitch out her body, on some Pink Whitney (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I’m in the trap with my n***as
He just whipped it, told the J’s come get it (Huh, huh)
I’m from Foxwood
It ain’t shit to do 'round here but to get sentenced (Shhhh)
If you catch me in the city, 'fore I had my phone I’ma have that pistol (Hrrddd)

[Verse]
N***a I’m Amiri downer I only got the black jeans on 'cause it match the glizzy (Shhh) (Shhh) (Shhh)
Everytime I hear about a n***a slidin' I be like “I love this city” (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got to think about Woody snitchin' if I shoot him
That’s my conscience n***a (Pussy, pussy)
N***a I’ll make my cousin sell that pussy
That’s the pimping in me (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
If my grandma try to get mad I’ma tell her, “Get the fuck out my business” (Fuck on fuck on fuck on)
This really ain’t got shit to do with you, unless you wanna come with it (Come on)
Which side of yo city got the motion? The West or [?] ([?])
After this show, Bank fucking hoes like big bruh let me be the next to hit it (Haaaa)
[Bridge]
N***a
I’ma be the next to hit it
N***a
Yeah
I’ma be the next to hit it
N***a
Yeah
N***a better come on with it
N***a better hop out with it (Grrddd)
When I see him, bitch I’ma hop out with it
Damn

[Verse 2]
They like “Fatt, we ain’t know you were coming like that” (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
You ain’t never broke on a bitch, so why you got to lack, and 4 brains to the back (Uh, yeah)
I’m from Foxwood
N***as know we got the most hats
I just get on these beats, talking shit, 'cause I ain’t go’n speak on whacks (Shhh)
Everytime I put that shit on, n***a, I got them racks to match (What What What What)
Where I’m from them young n***as don’t know shit but shoot that pistol back
I- I ain’t even got to pull this fucking trigger, Tahoe back of the back (What, what, what)
Plug just sent the load, I’m missing a gram, so I shipped it back (Shipped it)
(Yeah) Yeah (yeah)

[Chorus]
If it’s smoke, (Come get this shit) then I’m coming with it
I ain’t got to hire no n***a to murk you
I’m the one coming to get you (76-47) (7)
My mama hit my phone in the trenches like “Boy don’t shoot that pistol”
Told my bitch “If some shit go left just hit my stash and come and get me”
I ain’t had to drink with the bitch
I’ll got the bitch out her body, on some Pink Whitney
I’m in the trap with my n***as
He just whipped it, told the J’s come get it
I’m from Foxwood
It ain’t shit to do 'round here but to get sentenced
If you catch me in the city, 'fore I had my phone I’ma have that pistol