[Chorus]
Fuck a teller, bitch, I'm screamin' "murda," 'cause I wrote it
Fuck up on probation, judge said she gon' revoke it
4-5 with extension, bitch, I'm walking with it on me
Just 'cause I don't post it, bitch, you know that I still tote it

[Verse 1]
Drinkin' on this potion steady fuckin' up my kidneys
Malu had just text me and she told me that she miss me
Fifty-thousand on me, I got all these hoes reachin'
Steady sendin' money to my brothers up in prison
Lil' [?] in my phone, he like, "N***a, what the business?"
I told him, "Fuck the laws, you know that I'm still spinnin'"
Hit a n***a block with the quickness, hop out with that glizzy
Whack his partner, tell him come and find me
Bitch, I'm in the trenches
He like, "Bitch, I know you didn't"
Hoe, you know I did it
Send yo' brother to my show and, bitch, I'm tearin' up yo' city
N***a said that he want smoke
N***a know I'm with it
When I catch you we gon' stretch you
Put one in yo' fitted

[Chorus]
Four-by-four, I'm in a Benz ridin' 'round with Fee
N***a Instagram thuggin', they don't want no beef
I'ma pull up where you be, you talkin' 'bout zippin' me
You know I ain't hidin', bitch, I'm right here in them streets
[Verse 2]
If I said it, I'ma stamp it
I know them laws tryna ban me
Bitch, I feel like Charles Manson
It ain't nothin' I can't handle
All these diamonds on me dancin'
Pour a four up in that Fanta
I just pulled up in a Phantom
Come through bouncin' like I'm prancin'

[Chorus]
I'ma come through doin' the murder man
Ridin' with them choppers in a Sprinter Van
N***a wanna do it, we can do it then
All the way dumb, you know I ain't playin'

[Verse 3]
I got that burner on me for whoever tryna harm me
N***a, drop yo' pen, you know that I'm comin'
I got that burner on me for whoever tryna hold me
N***a, drop yo' pen, you know that I'm comin'
Youngboy don't play 'round
You gon' get down or gon' lay down
Got yo' hitters with you, I'ma hop out, spray that K round
Murder on my trail, I could die, like, any day now
I thought you was real, I ain't knowin' what to say now
[Chorus]
Fuck a teller, bitch, I'm screamin' "murda," 'cause I wrote it
Fuck up on probation, judge said she gon' revoke it
4-5 with extension, bitch, I'm walking with it on me
Just 'cause I don't post it, bitch, you know that I still tote it
Four-by-four, I'm in a Benz ridin' 'round with Fee
N***a Instagram thuggin', they don't want no beef
I'ma pull up where you be, you talkin' 'bout zippin' me
You know I ain't hidin', bitch, I'm right here in them streets
I'ma come through doin' the murder man
Ridin' with them choppers in a Sprinter Van
N***a wanna do it, when can do it then
All the way dumb, you know I ain't playin'