[Intro]
Ayy, uhh
I’m in the zone going hard, I ain’t going home
I left my pole in the car, I ain’t come alone
I'll stomp the yard wit' a opp all skull and bone or let it ring out my pocket like telephone
Cortez gon' bring out that rocket and bring 'em home
Of course, there ain’t no strings attached your just getting blown
Double that drama like boobs with no silicone

[Bridge]
I don’t like even rapping over these parts of the mofuckin' beat
Because that shit too quiet and shit
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy
As long as you add the-
As long as you adlib the mofucka like that
Gi-gi-girlNEXTdoor
Ayy-ayy

[Verse]
Too far
They say I'm going too far
I tell them n***as touché
Hit a n***a toupee when I aim the AR
He think he paid think he hard
Ain't never had no band-aids for these scars
Ain't always have them good grades, but I'm smart
Baby K that'll make a milkshake out yo heart
Oh you play wit me? Then you playing wit God
Oh you shooting at me? Then you shooting for stars
If she gets mad at me, she gets kicked out the car
Bitch you in the backseat is you flipping or not?
Keep a K in the front like my n***a Lamar
Oh that n***a on deck? We pulling his card
And you don't see sweat 'cuz this shit ain't hard
If he sees this TEC he won't see tomorrow
Ayy, riding around block with a choppa on me
Fuck n***as mad 'cuz we shot at yo' homies
I'm finna pour up a deuce 'cuz I'm lonely
Know how I'm rocking can't fuck wit jabronis
I feel like sliding, he feel like dying
So he keep replying he keep on talking
He keep on tweeting
My n***as in silence
If you see us walking then we ain't retreating
We get to the violence
Get to the chalking
Get to the squeezing
We got an alliance
Hot bullets flying the clip in alignment
We popping out like a missing assignment
Clip dropping out like that n***a ain't trying
No graphic design get hit wit' the iron
Yo' rapping ain't reaching these kids ain't compliant
You tell the story forget to rewind
Never do get intricate wit' the crimes
Worst part about it is n***as is lying
Shit I'm just saying, n***as keep playing
And y'all just keep playing the shit that they making
I don't understand
'Cuz n***as is basic get smacked wit' a pan
Or the palm of my hand
Keep the heat in the basement
Hit domes with the fan and yo' homie a ham
So, you know he get blammed
The TEC I might bring her it jam like a finger
I call her Christina it sound like a singer
Think she a pimp she think she a lil' diva
Gave her a K now I call her Katrina