[Hook]
When will these n***as learn?
That if I catch they mans that mean they gone too
What did these n***as earn?
Them n***as round you, won't forever stay round you
We ain't running, We be all bout gun play
Caught him on he runway, get popped like Bombay
Fuck round with my money, shoot you straight in your face
Man these pockets puffy, got these Balmains ugly

[Verse One]
N***as tryna find me, aye
Tell them get behind me, aye
Yes my jewelry crying, aye
Yes my choppa sighing, aye
That's a opp I'm sighting, aye
Then send choppas flying, aye
I don't mean the gun, aye
I mean the bullets biting, aye
Here comes a pistol diss track, it's what the clips be writing
N***a think he frightening, aye
Hit his ass with lightning, aye
Diamonds on the breitling, aye
They call a freezer my bling, aye
Man these hoes be trifling, aye
Man these boys be biting, aye
When will you n***as learn?
That what I get I earned?
Boy, that's why it's my turn
Boy, that's why you a sherm!

[Hook]
When will these n***as learn?
That if I catch they mans that mean they gone too
What did these n***as earn?
Them n***as round you, won't forever stay round you
We ain't running, We be all bout gun play
Caught him on he runway, get popped like Bombay
Fuck round with my money, shoot you straight in your face
Man these pockets puffy, got these Balmains ugly

[Verse Two]
Boy come shop with me, I will bless you like a Pastor
Diamonds on me so yellow, I cannot hold in my bladder
Saying you got money, I cannot hold in my laughter
Me and you not the same, I'm at the end of the chapter
These n***as bite like a Raptor, It's money that I'm running after
You don't gotta be a actor, foreign sound like a tractor
And my dope so loud, I tell it ''quiet down what is the matter?''
Get your bitch I might snatch her, turn your life to a disaster
Talk down i make it burn
In traffic, how fast can you make a turn?
I know you feel concerned
N***a I came up from dealing on the curb

[Hook]
When will these n***as learn?
That if I catch they mans that mean they gone too
What did these n***as earn?
Them n***as round you, won't forever stay round you
We ain't running, We be all bout gun play
Caught him on he runway, get popped like Bombay
Fuck round with my money, shoot you straight in your face
Man these pockets puffy, got these Balmains ugly