[Intro]
Jelly Onnat
Like, like, like, word to bro, n***a
Like, move
Like…
Word to bro

[Chorus]
I was—I was down, that’s on bro, I’ma get him
The force of this bullet might fuck up his liver
Lil’ bro caught a tag on a opp, I was with him
The beamer had stuck to his shirt like a sticker
Brodie wanted, they said he a killer
Downtown with some shooters, on bro, them my n***as
Silencer on the gun, like how I hit a hitter
Old boy, he was limpin’, I think he got hit, look
Sweeper sweepin’, there’s nothin’ bigger
I start lookin’ for plates like it’s dinner
Gun singin’ like Bryson no Tiller
They put stripes on my back when they 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, bullet straight through his front
He doubled back, but I think it’s a stunt
He gon’ run when he heard “Forse come!”
When boy got killed, all I seen was the dump
I be movin’ like Trump, nothin’ bigger than Trump
N***a, please don’t get in my way and act stupid
That’s how homie got hit
I ain’t catch me a case so they think I don’t do shit
You can ask bro, that’s on bro, I was with it
Lil’ bitch, I’m a demon
I—I—I was suited up on that block with my G, word to bro, I was spinnin’
We was four deep in that V with no cement
If I roll down this window, you better start dippin’
Better ask how I get
Boy, he was runnin’ a lot, but he tripped
Tryna come over here? He gon’ jump off a cliff
It’s gunpowder he smell when he sniff
[Chorus]
I was—I was down, that’s on bro, I’ma get him
The force of this bullet might fuck up his liver
Lil’ bro caught a tag on a opp, I was with him
The beamer had stuck to his shirt like a sticker
Brodie wanted, they said he a killer
Downtown with some shooters, on bro, them my n***as
Silencer on the gun, like how I hit a hitter
Old boy, he was limpin’, I think he got hit, look
Sweeper sweepin’, there’s nothin’ bigger
I start lookin’ for plates like it’s dinner
Gun singin’ like Bryson no Tiller
They put stripes on my back when they thinkin’ ‘bout Tigger

[Outro]
Better ask how I get
Boy, he was runnin’ a lot, but he tripped
Tryna come over here? He gon’ jump off a cliff
It’s gunpowder he smell when he sniff