[Chorus]
Smokin' on dead ass opps
If he talk from the grave, get his dead ass shot
Put a bitch ass n***a in a suit and tie
I don't fuck wit' these n***as 'cause I'm too anti
Yeah, I be the one n***a even you can't touch
Gotta keep a arm on me like two hand touch
Got a new Desert Eagle when it shoot blam-blam
Yeah, that mean the bird blue like Toucan Sam

[Verse 1]
I ain't never heard you, know you had no fans
Boy you put in work where? You ain't stack no bands
You ain't send no shots, n***as spit hot jams
You ain't spin no block, n***as TikTok dance
N***as cap on wax, n***as don't speak facts
N***a talkin' 'bout the truth, but he don't speak that
When the opp ran off say he gon' bе back
What the fuck you on? N***a don't relapse
Bеnd the block and his dome get tapped
Fuck around, get split, now you can't call or see 'em
I feel like Prince in that meme, how I'm running from bitches that crawl in my DM
Might put on designer then put on some Bonded
Yo' bitch tryna put on some bondage
She know I'm the father
She tryna get pregnant, I'm finna go put on a condom
I don't like her ever, not even kinda
She know how I'm rockin' so that ain't a problem
She eat dick like her name Jeffrey Dahmer
That bitch couldn't never be baby mama
She don't believe in no Jesus
She just believe me, yeah that bitch is a demon
I know my fans hear this shit and they be like goddamn boy, this n***a a genius
I ain't even much gotta talk 'cause the work talk for me, and the gang gon' stream it
Make a n***a twitch wit' the blick
Get it all on camera, yeah, the gang gon' stream it
[Verse 2]
Nah, I'm playin' the gang gon' bring it
Get to sprayin' them AR's singin'
Hit the ground and they fall when they see 'em
Ricochet off the wall, bullets pingin'
When they hop out, they Hawkin like Steven
Foenem toting that Tommy like Egan
Get to shooting like right we see 'em
Get to slidin' like right in the DMs
Bitch I feel like can't nobody stop me
Way I flow on the beat be so godly
Shit too easy, that's why I'm so cocky
Like succeeding becoming my hobby
Walk up wit' the squad like Nazis, yeah, I keep me some soldiers behind me
Paranormal, I throw 'em a body
Drop shit like Balboa or Rocky
Run up on me like he know karate
I'ma show 'em the choppa beside me
I reload it then cock it and up it
Pull the trigger blood on everybody

[Chorus]
Smokin' on dead ass opps
If he talk from the grave, get his dead ass shot
Put a bitch ass n***a in a suit and tie
I don't fuck wit' these n***as 'cause I'm too anti
Yeah, I be the one n***a even you can't touch
Gotta keep a arm on me like two hand touch
Got a new Desert Eagle when it shoot blam-blam
Yeah, that mean the bird blue like Toucan Sam
[Verse 3]
Shots rip and a n***a body flip like Rob Van Dam
Hit a n***a with the TEC
Somethin' like Famous Dex when they seen what was left they like, "Man goddamn"
And I ain't gon' deal with a bitch big mouth
I don't do the backtalk, tell a bitch, "Get out"
Call a bitch, pull up if the bitch flip out
Get the bitch beat up
Get the bitch kicked out