[Intro]
HEAL
Skrrt (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
Ayy, hold on (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, Godfather shit, I might die by this shit
Get the address and then slide to that shit
You in the crib, you can't hide in that shit
Death for dishonor, so cut the shit talk
Silence the Glock, I don't let that shit talk
She was too honest, I cut that bitch off
He wanna run 'em, we cut his lips off
I'm better sober, I cut the zip off
I ain't off shit, I'll still knock yo' shit off
I be too high to organize my thoughts
Fuckin' with me, gettin' soaked in bath salt
Turnin' on me, get left on asphalt
Shoot with the lefty, yeah, I grab the Southpaw
Cut him in two, now that n***a half off (Half off)
Left off a cap like I'm John Bradshaw
Skrrt the fuck off in that getaway, uh
Do a 160 like middlewеight, uh
Finger the TEC like I fiddlе play, uh
My favorite song called "Get drilled today," ayy
N***a, yo' bitch know the deal today, uh
She want a dick, she come chill today, ayy
And yo' ho made my dick go away
Don't give no fuck 'bout that bitch like a throwaway, ayy
And we get dope cut from over state
Thousand a pound like that shit came in overweight, ayy
I might pop out with that pipe today
N***a try cuttin' me off, get it right away
Stripes all over me like I'm wearin' twin stripes today
Ain't lettin' shit breathe, finna hit his windpipes today
That n***a pulled up on me and Heist today
That's probably why his whip got hit up twice today, frrt
[Interlude]
Ha-ha
Got hit—, got hit once (Twice)
Gang shit deep, bitch

[Verse 2]
We slidin' like we on thin ice today
Pull up and slump a fuck n***a like hibernate
That boy gettin' washed like a tidal wave
Lowkey, it's on me, I'm too high to fight today
Hide away, ride away, or just go buy a K
Either one, either way, you finna die today
I really used to walk up in the school with the toolie
Like, what the fuck is a bully?
Uppin' the foolie
They don't know what's in my hoodie
They don't know, I keep the goodies
They don't know, I keep it fully, hundred percent
We just sent one hundred bullets
You got that gun, n***a pull it
You frontin', you foolish
You actin' like you gon' do shit
You actin' like you gon' use it
Shoot where the roof is then, fah-fah, where the coupe is
Think I won't recuperate, stupid?
I'm finna pull up like Don Corleone, boy, I'm suited
Yo' bitch a nuisance, that ho so useless
Fuckin' her jaw then leavin' her toothless
N***as so square, man, these n***as so cubic
Walk in the trap and I'm gettin' saluted
Think he ain't losin', that n***a deluded
I see yo' head in the crowd, I remove it
Gun smoke in the air, and the clouds are polluted
If shit get hot, no teapot, but I'm fumin'
He see a green light, but he won't be movin'
Run up in yo' crib, fuck it up like Home Improvement
Full clip, but it ain't enough, I ain't done shootin'
Murder gang, bitch, throw it up, I ain't done pukin'
Clip, it connect to the Glick like a fusion
Gotta drop at least two, so there ain't no confusion