[Intro]
The fuck?
Gang Shit Only, times 3

[Hook]
Flexed up
Big guap, wrist watch
Ain't shit stop, bitch we gettin' to that guap, times 3
(Violence only begets more violence)
Yeah, yeah, times 3
(It does not beget more money)
Yeah, yeah, you can still get got
Get your clique dropped
I keep me a big Glock
This bitch hold 10 shots, times 3
(I just wanna kill somebody)
Yeah, yeah, times 3
(Who? Him)

[Verse 1]
This rap distract you from the fact that we a still pull up
Click, clack and attack
If it's up, then we uppin', you better get back
I be clutchin' while stuffin' my pockets with racks
You know I'm still thuggin' and pushin' that pack
I can't go, I'ma blow a fuck n***a shit back
I can't beef bout a hoe n***a, know that shit wack
I only want throat, bitch don't get too attatched
I don't fuck with these rap n***as 'cause they be brats
Might run in your trap, bitch we slimy, we slatts
Stop all that cap n***a, you ain't gon clap n***as
Just want some clout, that shit really sad
I was 17 years old in a Jag
I was 17 with more dough than your dad
More cheese than Doritos, try me we gon' spazz
You thinkin' it's sweet 'cause we up, don't fuck, we still gon' blast
[Hook]
Flexed up
Big guap, wrist watch
Ain't shit stop, bitch we gettin' to that guap, times 3
(Violence only begets more violence)
Yeah, yeah, times 3
(It does not beget more money)
Yeah, yeah, you can still get got
Get your clique dropped
I keep me a big Glock
This bitch hold 10 shots, times 3
(I just wanna kill somebody)
Yeah, yeah, times 3
(Who? Him)

[Verse 2]
Went up and my guap it got tripled
The shit that you flex what I throw on these strippers
That shit not impressin', not even a little
Check out my neck, damn it cold as a sickle
I don't want me to flex, I'm just tryna be simple
Just got a new whip, don't come out till December
If you hate me now, then you bout to be bitter
Touch down with the pack like I play for The Steelers
Touch down in your place, bitch we break in and enter
Roll that shit in your tray 'cause your daddy a pillow
These soft ass n***as portray to be killas
But I just be calm, I can't speak for my hittas
They think that we dumb, but finesse game official
And I need to stay focused 'cause I gotta be cool
Be quick on our foot, n***as trap where I'm from
Made it out of my storm, might cop me a Fisker
Might catch me in traffic, I got a bitch face in my zipper
Heard somebody said that is your sister
We with all of the static, my savage can't wait for a victim
If I get in a panic, I ripped him
I'm havin' that bag, I don't got time to play with no n***a
One call and my ex gon' go get 'em
I used to be stainin' for dinner
Remixin' [?] on the [?]
N***a before I came everything bigger than triple
[Hook]
Flexed up
Big guap, wrist watch
Ain't shit stop, bitch we gettin' to that guap, times 3
(Violence only begets more violence)
Yeah, yeah, times 3
(It does not beget more money)
Yeah, yeah, you can still get got
Get your clique dropped
I keep me a big Glock
This bitch hold 10 shots, times 3
(I just wanna kill somebody)
Yeah, yeah, times 3
(Who? Him)

[Outro]
(What do you do?
I'm a gangsta
No, really what do you do?
I'm a rapper
Seriously Marcus what do you do?
I'm a gangsta rapper
Hahaha)
Times 3