[Chorus]
Tombstones, we RIP
Two phones, I trap
Come get yo' bitch
She think I rap
She smoke my pack
Hand on my lap
Don’t move too fast, bitch
You might get slapped

[Verse 1]
No longer fuck with that lean, huh
Boy, Fredo just died
That shit had me sick
Yo' hoe wanna fuck on the team
You ain't gotta lie to lay with me, bitch
You comin’ here you see a beam
Open your eyes
You're taking the risk
Don't fuck with this underground scene
I might go to Dubai or maybe the preme
When it's alit, it's always too lit
I'm selling that shit got the hallways too lit
I'm back at the school
In the start with the scale, got like 25 by the time this period end
Some of them teachers my friends in the class, and they know I be getting it in, uh
Know I be getting them M's, tryna start a [?] what you getting it in
Two twin TECs, on my index
Lift the pole like bench press
This shit been next
Bitch, I spray like windex
Who gon’ get it next
I can get a n***a stretched
If you wanna flex
[Verse 2]
100 ’round clip that I run around with
Gun down your clique and then run down your bitch
Cut down a flip, then we hop in the whip
Whip the Crown Vic like it wasn't my shit
Pick up my phone, yo hoe bustin’ that shit
I done answer that quick as my line be too lit
I got trust issues it's simple as shit
Like if you get behind me you finna get dipped

[Chorus]
Tombstones, we RIP
Two phones, I trap
Come get yo' bitch
She think I rap
She smoke my pack
Hand on my lap
Don't move too fast, bitch
You might get slapped