[Intro]
Cool
Wreaking havoc, seven pistols, automatic, it don't matter
(8…)
Doesn't matter, it don't matter, druggie addict
Hmm, I said

[Chorus]
Wreaking havoc
Making songs that go platinum, off the Percs, a druggie addict
At least four pistols around me at all times, I'm a semi-addict (Uh)
The way I finger fuck that .30, they thought that shit was an automatic, uh
They don't want no static, uh, but I put the static in static shock
He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops
I'm in the party, off of a couple of beans, I love the Molly pop
Uh, shoot the party up, then drive off in the sunset, that's some beautiful shit

[Verse 1]
Put thе codeine on the rocks
If you rеach for my chain, you get hit with the Glock
Working all day, all night, n***a, nonstop
Pull up with the fog lights, can't see none
I ain't paying for pussy, bitch, is you dumb?
But why you here? You should work for us
I promise you that you gon' have that Birkin bag in a month
I told you n***as I'll be on top
You doubted me and I said, "just watch"
Now I got clout, I'm in the clouds, smoking on loud, getting the guap
And Perky me down, bad bitch wanna twerk on me down
Asking me if my girl around, tryna get me ca-a-aught
[Chorus]
Wreaking havoc
Making songs that go platinum, off the Percs, a druggie addict
At least four pistols around me at all times, I'm a semi-addict (Uh)
The way I finger fuck that .30, they thought that shit was an automatic, uh
They don't want no static, uh, but I put the static in static shock
He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops
I'm in the party, off of a couple of beans, I love the Molly pop
Uh, shoot the party up, then drive off in the sunset, that's some beautiful shit

[Verse 2]
Uh-huh, brodie got it
Brodie up it, get to bussin'
If it is a problem, uh
No discussion, I get money
You do not get nothing, uh
Run up on me then it's over, .40 on me bustin', ayy
I got sick of n***as daily, I need Robitussin, ayy
Ain't no fightin' when I'm round here
Ain't even no tusslin', ayy
I be flexin' on these n***as
I don't even got to move no muscle, ayy
I told you that .40 on me, so no, I ain't come to tussle, ayy
I ball out like LeBron James in the fourth quarter, I triple double, ayy
Talkin' that shit you get hit
Choppa make you jump like you double, ayy (Uh)
Double that (Uh)
Run up on me, then I'm killing 'em (Uh)
.40 on me, I be drillin' 'em (Uh)
Bitch, get the fuck out your feelings
You talkin' that shit, but I'm winning, I'm winning
I told y'all lil' n***as, I get it, I get it
I ball out like Kobe, I'm swishin'
I don't give a fuck about n***as or bitches (Uh, uh)
I just be in it off of the Percs
I just be killin' off of the Percs
Everyday I ball out like Kobe, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma give em' the work
Don't save hoes, I ain't goin to church
Run up on me, .40 on me, get murked
I'm finna turn to a whole different person
When I take this Xanax, Perc (Uh)
I need the medicine, feel like the doctor
Run up on me you get hit with a choppa
N***as be actin', I think they need Oscars, yeah
All of my n***as is problems
Run up on me then I'm finna get bossin', yeah
[Chorus]
Wreaking havoc
Making songs that go platinum, off the Percs, a druggie addict
At least four pistols around me at all times, I'm a semi-addict, uh
The way I finger fuck that .30, they thought that shit was an automatic, uh
They don't want no static, uh, but I put the static in static shock
He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops
I'm in the party, off of a couple of beans, I love the Molly pop
Uh, shoot the party up, then drive off in the sunset, that's some beautiful shit

[Verse 3]
You don't got these on
Choppa on me, you know it'll sing song
If you want it, then we got it, come on
Uh, boollin' at the top, top, top, top
Uh, jumpin' to the top like hopscotch, uh
I don't fight it all, I tote Glocks
I don't even gotta shoot, my bro pops
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
N***a came up, he done made it and shit
Remember skippin' school, gettin' faded and shit
Talkin' 'bout one day, I'm finna make it and shit
Well, I made it, now I'm fuckin' famous and shit
High as hell walkin' 'round, bangin' and shit
In the studios, life changing and shit
Everything is changing, rearranging and shit, hm
Came from nothin', now I'm on top, hm
Platinum records already, I just started
Shit be hittin' me so fast, I don't know what happened
I can't even tell my friends that I made it rappin'
I'm too busy, plus my phone with feds (Yeah, uh)
I shot up out of nowhere, n***as hatin' but that's okay
I expected that, my mama told me anyway, uh
That I gotta shine, even on all the rainy days, uh
I don't make all my songs to drop 'em, they throwaways, uh
I told that lil' bitch to ride it, ride it like a sleigh, uh
I told that lil' bitch she stuck with me like a slave
I went to go see my brother's grave
I remember when we would misbehave, damn
[Chorus]
Wreaking havoc
Making songs that go platinum, off the Percs, a druggie addict
At least four pistols around me at all times, I'm a semi-addict, uh
The way I finger fuck that .30, they thought that shit was an automatic, uh
They don't want no static, uh, but I put the static in static shock
He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops
I'm in the party, off of a couple of beans, I love the Molly pop
Uh, shoot the party up, then drive off in the sunset, that's some beautiful shit