[Intro]
(Fatman, you did this?)
Aye, hehe
Aye
Aye, ahaha
Aye

[Chorus]
Bitch, shutup (Bitch shut up) (Shh)
I do not want to talk, she hit my line? I ain't pick up
Aye
The plug just hit my phone, he think i'm dead; I ain't pick up (Shh)
Aye
My n***a just got shot right in his head, he can't get up
Aye
Bitch
Next time duck
It ain't gon' be no next time unless the n***a got good luck (Aye)
I bet my n***a got good aim
How much you bet? I bet a buck (Bet a buck)
I bet the corner pull up to the murder scene like "What the fuck?" (Aye)


[Verse 1]
Don't hype it up, don't evеn try
Boy I pull up so disguised, all you see is just my eyes (Ayе)
Up my blick, he up his blick
We both up at the same time, but he died first (Aye)
July 4th or January 1st, thats how that fire work
Aye
Thats how i'm comin' bitch (Thats how i'm comin')
I feel like Johnny Nashville (Aye) or Stevo (Aye), how i'm stuntin' bitch
Had 50K in cash, that I just blew; I need a 100 bitch (Aye, a hunnid)
Behind you like the past (Aye), i'm on your ass like why you runnin' bitch? (Why you runnin'?)
Aye
Aye
Aye
Glock with a dot on the top (Aye), n***a I ain't gunna flex (Aye)
Put a op in a box *Bwah, bwah*
Hit a n***a in a chest, now he poppin' alot
Outside of your crib, now i'm poppin' alot (Shh)
Aye
Medical pull up nd' send shot at the ambulance
They got a doctor to dock
Thinkin' we fightin'? I ain't punchin' shit, but the clock (Aye) so a n***a gon' box with the Glock (Aye)
[Outro]
Aye
Bitch
What up? (Bitch, aye)
My homie with the [?]
Fuck around nd' get cut up
I won't go into the detail
N***a run up nd' get touched up *Gunfire*
Boy these n***as make me sick, I hear they shit nd' I upchuck