[Verse 1]
N***a on foes we be fucked up OTD
But if a n***a touch us, get fucked up (Heal), huh?
I tuck my gun, never tuck my chain
Ask my n***a Bambi out in Texas, I'm on everything
Lotta drugs, lotta thots
No names, just the top
Lotta n***as wolfin' over Twitter, almost got 'em popped
You a shooter? No, I think not
Lemme get a knot
I will give 'em watts, now he shocked, think outside the box
No fucks gave, walk around with K's
No fuck given, yo' bitch I'm gon' take
No fucks gave, put her on the blade
Wockhardt sippin' not no-mo though, I'm okay
Ayy, Sour D, smokin' on that gas on the hourly
I be with the plugs and connects like a router be
Actually, yo' ho in my trap, she got it out for me
Get the quarterback and make that lil' ho run a route for me
You a whole lotta flex, I'm a lotta bet
The TEC flip that fuck n***a like a omelet
I keep shooting 'til the spirit dead too
Got the Billy if you actin' silly, you're a dead goose, ayy

[Bridge]
Trappin' every fuckin' day
If you push around these parts, I need percentages and pay
Don't cooperate? Gon' have to make yo' shit another way
He wit' the cops today, gon' have take his shit another day
[Verse 2]
Call him Clark Kent, how that n***a throw the cape on
I call her Bart Simp', she jus' a bitch for me to skate on
Ho, I'm part pimp, don't got no shoulder you can lay on
But I'ma still slide like a quarter in a payphone
It ain't no souvenir, here go some silver shit to take home
His ass actin' like a cast, bullets finna break bone
Where the stash at? The Johnny Cash at? Give it up
We down to hurt, not down to Earth, lab rats, stitch 'em up
Daggers in the duck, try take a jab at us and you get stuck
Like a dumb fuck, you the product of a condom bust
Put yo' dollas up, pick a fade, we gon' line 'em up
N***as so sus, they disgust me, I vomit up
Boy you beef a lot, nah, I mean you tweet a lot
You would hold a bitch purse before you hold a Glock
You would smoke ya own supply 'fore you get it off
He ain't jump off the porch, so we shot 'em off
Ain't no warning shot, n***a we gon' sweep the block
That n***a woofin' like he hungry, he can eat a shot
You better to pray to yo' God or get what Jesus got
Line 'em up, then we pop
Bitch, connect the dots