[Intro]
Frrt, frrt
Ayy

[Verse]
You better walk what you talk, we do walk-ups
That n***a gettin' too jumpy, get chalked up
That ho ain't nothin', she think she done bossed up (Bitch)
Ayy, I know some n***as who are rough (Young Mark)
You know some n***as who talk tough
Throw dick in that bitch like a ball cup
Yo' shawty swinging her neck like a golf club
Pull up that .44 was under my pro club
Long live my brothers, we smokin' on your kush
Chopper might buffer, that bitch it is so buff
Act like a fruit, now your ass getting rolled up
Ayy, I roll up on hot shit
Huey and Riley grandad, I'm gon' pop shit
If you on some opp shit
Your body get dropped, make 'em jump out the cockpit
Uhh, and we do not scrap shit
A n***a want static, I'm grabbin' that Glock clip
Uhh, I ain't even cappin'
I know everything, but I don't tell the cops shit
Walk into Neimans and cop shit
Don't even shoplift, I tell my n***as "I got it"
Bitch take a look at my watch wrist, I meant my wristwatch
She shinin' too hard to watch it (Young Mark)
Uhh, she shinin' too hard, it's Thomas
Uhh, she shinin' too hard, it smile
Uhh, I pop a bar now lil' mama I don't know yo' name, I need to be reminded
Show me where your mind is, uhh
She bein' dishonest, not my bitch, so I do not mind it
The strap hit like a meteor or a comet
You come see about it or just keep it in the comments
And we won't leave without it, we ain't missing no assignments
Long nose on the barrel, hit a n***a in his sinus
Shoot like Uganda, I feel like Umaga
My pistol Samoan as big as your fathers
Scope on a sniper, I don't need binoculars
Get hit from a far put my mask on like opera
Send mamacita to shoot up your casa
So your mama see ya' (Young Mark), but don't know who got ya'
[Outro]
Young Mark Production