[Intro]
(Shut the fuck up)
(Ray, you're glowing)
Yuh, aye, El jefe
Aye, yuh

[Hook]
Let's talk bout them sticks, lets talk bout them choppas I'm getting shit lit
Can't fuck with you cause I know you a bitch
How the fuck you trappin? You ain't touching no bricks
Yea I'm cooking shit but I ain't talking no grits
Call Fluhkunxhkos man you know he gone step (man you know all my n***as gone step man)
Yea, n***a gone step, I'm showing shit, I feel like I'm John Wick
Hot boy, you know I stay on that hot shit
In the foreign and I pulled up with killtech
Green on me, man I feel like the Celtics
I'm outside, all my opps on that scary shit
Red lean, I isn't sipping no green shit
In the paint, yea I'm on that Karriem shit

[Verse]
Foreign hoes, and I'm with a Korean bitch
Just slimed a n***a, cause that boy on that green shit (Slimе, slime)
Fucking your bitch she gone rotatе, rich slime you know we upping that murder rate
50 bands you know my n***as gone let it shake
I'm quick charge man you know I won't hesitate
Popped a n***a, yea I sent him to hell gate
Got racks on me I feel like I'm Bill Gates
I'm hot as fuck, cause I just got a court date
In Atlanta, but I trap out my birth place
Got sticks on me but I ain't doing no steel gang
Diamonds on me and they hitting like bluray
Got wock in and its lookin like Kool Aid
Got a choppa and you know that shit will burn
Street n***a, I don't care bout no damn fame
Racks on me man you know I'm gone mantain
Fucked your bitch, now she fuck with my campaign
Fuck n***a, yall be rocking the same chains
Fuck your OG, we both got the same stain
[Hook]
Let's talk bout them sticks, lets talk bout them choppas I'm getting shit lit
Can't fuck with you cause I know you a bitch
How the fuck you trappin? You ain't touching no bricks
Yea I'm cooking shit but I ain't talking no grits
Call Fluhkunxhkos man you know he gone step (man you know all my n***as gone step man)
Yea, n***a gone step, I'm showing shit, I feel like I'm John Wick
Hot boy, you know I stay on that hot shit
In the foreign and I pulled up with killtech
Green on me, man I feel like the Celtics
I'm outside, all my opps on that scary shit
Red lean, I isn't sipping no green shit
In the paint, yea I'm on that Karriem shit