[Intro]
(Armas)
(Jellyy Onnat)
Like, like
Like, like
Like, word to bro, n***a
(Lonzy got that shit on lock)
Better move, like
Like
Word to bro

[Chorus]
I was down, that's on bro I'ma get him
The force of this bullet might fuck up his liver (Like, like)
Lil' bro caught the tag on the opp, I was with him (I was with him)
The beam it had stuck to his shirt like a sticker (TTGz do hits)
Brodie wanted, they said he a killer (He a killer)
Downtown with some shooters, on bro them my n***as (Like, like)
Silencer on the gun like I hired a hitter (Like I hired a hitter)
Oh boy, he was limping, I think he got hit (TTGz do hits)
Look, Sweepers sweepin', there's no nothin' bigger (No nothin' bigger)
I start lookin' for a plates like it's dinner (Like, like)
Guns singin' like Bryson no Tiller
They put stripes on my back when he thinkin' 'bout Tigger (When he thinkin' 'bout Tigger)

[Verse]
I might slide through your block like a drive-thru
Please don't ask what I want
I put that order in, n***as come slide through
Order complete, bullets straight through his front (Bullets straight through his front)
He doubled back, but I think it's a stunt (Uh-huh)
He gon' run when he hurt Forrest Gump
When boy got killed, all I seen was a dump
I be movin' like Trump, nothin' bigger than Trump (Nothin' bigger than us)
N***a, please don't get in my way and act stupid
That's how a homie got hit
I ain't catch me a case, so they think I don't do shit (Grrah, grrah)
You can ask bro, that's on bro I was with it (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Little bitch, I'm a demon
I was suited up on that block with my G, word to bro I was spinnin' (Like, like)
We was four deep in that V windows tinted (Like, like)
If I roll down this window, you better start dippin' (Like word to bro)
Better ask how I get, (Uh-huh) boy, he was runnin' a lot, but he tripped
Tryna come over here, just go jump off a cliff (Grrah, grrah)
Gunpowder, he smell when he sniff
[Chorus]
I was down, that's on bro I'ma get him
The force of this bullet might fuck up his liver (Might fuck up his liver)
Lil' bro caught the tag on the opp, I was with him (I was with him)
The beam it had stuck to his shirt like a sticker
Brodie wanted, they said he a killer (He a killer)
Downtown with some shooters, on bro them my n***as (On bro them my n***as)
Silencer on the gun like I hired a hitter (Like I hired a hitter)
Oh boy, he was limping, I think he got hit
Look, Sweepers sweepin', there's no nothin' bigger (There's no nothin' bigger)
I start lookin' for a plates like it's dinner (Like it's dinner)
Guns singin' like Bryson no Tiller (Like, like)
They put stripes on my back when he thinkin' 'bout Tigger (Like word to bro)