[Intro]
Aye, aye
Aye

[Verse 1]
I get the strap, get to damaging
There ain't no telling what happened, my hands in there
I got the gloves on for handling
Cops run my finger prints, Can't even scan this shit
Found your where about so we ran in it
What we about, boy we finna come answer it
Then yall get to paying, ya'll panicking
Bitch, I'm about all the numbers like analysts
It's plenty of problems I'm managing
Taking that shit like a man I ain't frantic
A different dimension I'm channeling
Burning the wood up, but there ain't no candle lit
These pussy-ass rappers are scandalous
It's taking my old shit, thinking they ran with it
I cannot fuck with these shenanigans
Empty a clip out the van then I'm vanishing

[Hook]
I'm gone like the wind in the dust
Feds pull up, I'm hitting the clutch
Bitch call and they hitting her back
Only fuck when I hit that bitch up
Only fuck when I hit that bitch up
No, no, fuck that kick dust
No, no, fuck that kick dust
No, no, fuck that kick dust
[Verse 2]
Do not fuck with opps, fuck your side if you opposite
If you cross the line then I'm poppin' shit
Pull on your block and I shoot like Stojakovic
I don't give a fuck who yo' prophet is
I am your god when I'm standing behind this shit
Ain't no colleges, I got a scholarship
Pimpin' these hoes if you need that acknowledgement
Shorty tie me a top off, no top in it
Walk in this bitch with the wop
You tryna trim, move too quick and get popped
Comin' for me you either get beat up or shot
They still risk it but I don't know why
Bitch hit my phone she won't get a reply
Took two woods to the dome and i still ain't that high
You hoe a hoe say that she needed ride
I say "Where do I go?" she said "Baby, I drive"
Whole time she was tryna get fucked from the side
If the bitch touch my dough she gon' die
She ain't giving out, though
Then she hitting the door, leave that bitch walkin' on 95
Then we hop off the highway, straight to your driveway
Bullets melt shit down like ice age
Had that .38 in the ninth grade, 'cause if I'm catching a body it's my way
Pop out and I turn this bitch sideways
Kick back, its guaranteed to knock you sideways
I don't play games in the EA, If I was teaching, you would be the TA
Bitch, I'm finna blow like it's D-Day
Choppa start singing he thinks it's his B-Day
I can't pass the pipe, this ain't relay
I know I'm shooting shit down with no delay