[Chorus]

This ain't no BeBe, boy this a beretta
If you tryna run up, then 'em hollows gon catch ya
I'm really in the streets, yeah I'm throwing my set up
One call away, yeah my n***as I sent them
This ain't no BeBe, boy this a beretta
If you tryna run up, then 'em hollows gon catch ya
I'm really in the streets, yeah I'm throwing my set up
One call away, yeah my n***as I sent them

[Verse 1: Ohtrapstar]

Audi R8, pop up by the block
N***as sending threats, slide up on the block
Keep a red dot to his [?] 'cause my shoe's red
Green light, on the go, keep a pole
Keep extended clip, aim it to his nose
Take his bitch, she [?]
She a slutty bitch, she a slutty ho
Duck duck goose, 30 go [?]
Fiji aquafina you can't do what I can't do
Hop off the jet, I just took a flight
Crash down to L.A. , do this for the thrill
Out the PJ, smoking on [?]
I just popped a xan, [?] all night
Fucking on your ho, [?]
[?] 'cause she busy for the night
[Chorus]

This ain't no BeBe, boy this a beretta
If you tryna run up, then 'em hollows gon catch ya
I'm really in the streets, yeah I'm throwing my set up
One call away, yeah my n***as I sent them
This ain't no BeBe, boy this a beretta
If you tryna run up, then 'em hollows gon catch ya
I'm really in the streets, yeah I'm throwing my set up
One call away, yeah my n***as I sent them

[Verse 2: FreeBand Matt]
[?] on a lick, and I'm riding in a rover
Hoes wanna suck my dick and I don't even know her
I might pop a beam if I'm feeling the show yeah
I might pop a perc if that ho wanna go yeah
I'm riding with this choppa and it's fully loaded
Finna catch a homicide if that n***a totin'
If he pull up on me wrong, then that pistol blowin'
And my n***as really wit' it, you should go and check the score then
Lil' n***a pipe down
It's me and Trapstar and we really sending rounds
And you fuck n***as really acting like some clowns
Me and my lil' n***as really rep' the south
If you actin' tough, my lil' n***a let you down
We really catching bodies, don't come around my town
And the Ruger really with me, it will really let you down
And I'm ridin' in a ghost, finna hit downtown, wit' a hundred round
[Chorus]

This ain't no BeBe, boy this a beretta
If you tryna run up, then 'em hollows gon catch ya
I'm really in the streets, yeah I'm throwing my set up
One call away, yeah my n***as I sent them
This ain't no BeBe, boy this a beretta
If you tryna run up, then 'em hollows gon catch ya
I'm really in the streets, yeah I'm throwing my set up
One call away, yeah my n***as I sent them