[Intro]
ATL Jacob
Uh-huh, y-yeah
Let's go
Woof, uh, ey, what up, what up?
I'ma hit it, oh

[Verse 1]
Uh, catch up (Let's go), uh, bitch catch up (Let's go)
Uh, n***a catch up (Bitch), uh, bitch catch up (Let's go)
Uh, n***a catch up (Bitch), uh, bitch catch up
Uh, n***a catch up (Bitch), uh, can't catch up
Uh, can't keep up (At all), streets hungrier than a bitch, gotta feed 'em (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
N***as fake than a bitch, I don't need them (Nah)
All the fake ass bitches, you can keep them, too (Let's go)
Choppa on my hip, please don't make a move (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
If you make a move, you will make the news (For real)
Choppa on my hip, please don't make a move (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
If you make a move, you gon' make the news (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, hey)
I ain't playing with these n***as tryna boss up (Yeah)
Dolcе and Gabbana, spend a couple dollars on my joggers (Racks, racks, racks)
Uh, choppas on dеck, that's for anything, we never lose (No cap)
AP Rollie, cost a grip, lil' n***a don't get confused (Let's go)

[Chorus]
Uh, these n***as all talk, these n***as all (Talk)
Uh, these n***as all talk, someone get 'em off (Please)
They be flockin' to the boss, 'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
They be flockin' to the boss, 'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
Uh, talk shit, you could get hit, oh (Grrah)
Uh, big sticks, clips hanging down (Down)
Try me if you want, it's gon' be a shootout
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, woah)
We ain't ever running out of bullets, oh (Grrah, grrah, bow-bow)
[Verse 2]
Two-fifty on my watch, I dare a n***a to take it (Ya dig?)
You showing off your bitch, why? N***a, your bitch basic (Haha)
Upper, upper echelon, these n***as be basic (No cap)
These n***as be trying to be act crazy, bitch don't even have home training (Yeah)
Need a leash, do you? (Do you?)
I'm a dog, but I be walking without my leash, mm (Do you?)
I go hard on these n***as in the paint, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Like I'm Kobe with that fucking fade away, yeah, yeah
Straight off in the [?] (Skrrt)
Ain't no catchin', M16 ain't no AK (Uh)
It'll get to clappin' (Grrah), you Kim K and my gun Ray-J (Haha)
But you ain't finna get famous off that day (No cap)
You ain't finna get famous off that day (Uh)

[Chorus]
Uh, these n***as all talk, these n***as all (Talk)
Uh, these n***as all talk, someone get 'em off (Please)
They be flockin' to the boss, 'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
They be flockin' to the boss, 'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
Uh, talk shit, you could get hit, oh (Grrah)
Uh, big sticks, clips hanging down (Let's go, down)
Try me if you want, it's gon' be a shootout
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
We ain't ever running out of bullets, oh (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, bow)