[Intro]
Yeah
Ayy, V, light 'em up

[Chorus]
Ooh, catch a n***a slippin' like a great white (Yeah)
Creepin' through the backdoor, make yo' front lawn yo' gravesite
These n***as bitches and I hate dykes
That choppa got a dick on it like I'm supportin' gay rights (Goddamn)
N***a, catch a bullet like you J. Rice
This shotgun gon' make a n***a move back (Bah, bah)
N***a, these ain't prop guns, you fuck around, get blew back
The n***a actin' like he smokin' gas, but it's boof pack (Haha)

[Verse 1]
My n***a, we don't do that (Heh)
He got a strap, but he could lose that
Lil' brodie pull up, take it from you, like, "Ayy, we can use that" (Shit)
The bitch just keep on talkin' out her mouth when she can use that
If hoes came with remotes, when she spoke, I'd mute that (Ayy, V—)
They don't like how I be talkin', I don't like to talk
Wanna outline his body with hollow tips, I ain't like the chalk
Big six-hunnid dollar shoes, she like to walk (She do)
Knew she was a ho, she in them heels, but run like Marshall Faulk (Like Marshall Faulk)
We the same color, but you can get killed like my name Adolf
Yo' brother is a snitch, but when you see that shit, yo' name Ray Charles
N***as hoes, nah, n***as bitches, n***as actin' like they dogs (Grr)
It ain't no discrimination, we'll shoot it out with the law (Fuck the opps)
[Verse 2]
N***a (Ayy), we'll shoot it out with the law (Grrt)
The way the pistol bust, you wouldn't be wrong to say I'm gettin' off
I ain't gon' give no fuck 'cause if I do, I gotta get involved
My n***a called (What's the deal, bro, shit)
Ayy, ayy, not shit
N***as on the opp list
N***as pocket-watchin', better watch who you go shop with
Ayy, get a n***a nailed with a black Glock, it's gothic
I be lost without you, baby, singin' to that bitch like Rob Thicke (Ayy, V, light 'em up)
I'm prayin' to my gun, not to God
N***a, if I ever hired you to do my work for me, you'll be fired
'Cause I need what I desire
People sleep, but they ain't tired
Oh, these n***as must be high
Wipe away them crusty eyes (Hehe)
He a lie and he sayin' that he not
Lock him up, throw the key away
These n***as squares, so someone box 'em up (N***a)
I never been surprised by a bitch that let me fuck
I'll be more surprised if a n***a caught me down than let me up (Yeah)

[Verse 3]
Ayy, close that back door, n***a, better keep it shut (Shh)
Suppressor on my shit, so n***as know I'm finna keep it hushed
I'm headlinin' this show, do the promoter know I keep it tucked? (Nah)
'Cause it ain't goin' up, not in this club, bitch, I'm heatin' up (N***a)
Ayy, boom without the shakalaka (Boom)
N***a musta thought I was a stain, now I gotta mop ya (Boom)
You can't speak on Jocc then switch the topic, boy, I gotta pop ya
N***a better take care of his son 'fore he ain't got a father (Ayy, V, light 'em up)
Burner on me, it's in near reach, ho, I got the lava (Shh)
Bitch, I know it's hot, this ain't no beanie, this a Balaclava (Stupid ass)
Baby, these some three-hunnid-dollar jeans I'm ashin' on
I'm passin' on her friend, not her, I told her to go pass it on (Go tell that bitch)
[Chorus]
Ooh, catch a n***a slippin' like a great white (Catch a n***a slippin')
Creepin' through the backdoor, make yo' front lawn yo' gravesite
These n***as bitches and I hate dykes (These n***as bitches)
That choppa got a dick on it like I'm supportin' gay rights (Aw, nah)
N***a, catch a bullet like you J. Rice
This shotgun gon' make a n***a move back (Get the fuck back)
N***a, these ain't prop guns, you fuck around, get blew back
The n***a actin' like he smokin' gas, but it's boof pack (Heh)

[Outro]
Ayy, take that shit away from me, man
Shots fired
Ayy, V, light 'em up