[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
They be sayin' this and that, all that shit is cap
Pull up on 'em real rough like where the energy at?
I shot you, I robbed you and y'all ain't do nothin' back
Remember that? N***as lacked
Y'all ain't do nothin' back but make tracks
Suck dick, n***a, eat my sack
I shot at all y'all rappers, real life, no cap
The feds charged me for that, a whole fuckin' case
So eat a dick, lil' n***a, don't watch my face
Ain't no pity, black, run up on a n***a, give me that
Where your jewelry at? Stupid lil' n***a, give me that
Where your blicky at? Pull up on him, make it brr-at
Bitch, you know that when I see you we gon' make it brr-at
I got this fifty, fifty, fifty shot, make it Milly Rock
Silly Blicky, caught a glizzy shot, made him Diddy bop
Still be posted by the chicken spot, got my city hot
Silencer, that shit on "Shh" while this .40 pick a shot
I got this Mickey, Mickey, moppy-moppy-mop-mop
Look, you could catch a shot-sh-shot-sh-shot-shot
Watch him twirl, then he drop-d-drop-d-drop-drop
I got the game on lock-l-lock-l-lock-lock
It's fuckin', Tr3yway!

[Verse 2: Lul Timm]
Bitches think I'm tiring, add 'em in
Ain't that a bitch, look at the cha-cha, 'cause I'm in it
6ix9ine put me on Wawa, you hammin' this
6ix9ine looking for lala, you panicking
Shawty wanna [?] meal, then suck dick
Sara Molina want a Brazilian butt lift
But you ain't got no life, or no jumper
And you ain't got no knife, or no thumper
(gang)
Free shotti [?] when it's all done
Lul Timmy, I get this gram and y'all run
Big semi, demonstrate where the [?] (brrat)
I'm big cripping, not to mention we'll beat you
I'm so alive, last in the [?]
So cover up these hoes, pronto pronto
Gun down, gloves up, do it for glonzo
Brrat brrat brrat, do it for quando