[Intro]
James about that check, boy
What's happenin' Chi Chi?

[Chorus]
Same ol' shit, just a different day
Same dirty Glock, just a different K
Same killers, but this just a different get away
7.62 red bullet tips, you cannot get away
On his ass early, we gone have that n***a spent by dawn (Ay ay ay)
I'ma stop, drop, and roll, I know every n***a with me got a firearm
(They gone spray) (Really blow that muthafucka)

[Verse 1]
Mhm (9x)
I shake my head at these n***as playin' with me
Fuck around, I might let my mans hit 'em
Or I sit back like majorette and let them bands kill 'em
Eithеr way, they gone die, wе on all that
I get the drop on 'em, I even got they GMail to know where n***as at
If a fuck n***a kill me, tell my momma bury me in Fendi
If a rich n***a kill me, tell my momma bury me in Fendi
I'm just tryna tell you, tell my momma bury me in Fendi
I got bros up in chains, when they come home, buy 'em pendants
Pull up, bucket seat, who fuckin' with me, can you deal with me
Her body fake, I played myself, I give her the real me
The hate so bad, it got some n***as wantin' to kill me
Murked a n***a for shit, this gun childish, this AR-15
[Chorus]
Same ol' shit, just a different day
Same dirty Glock, just a different K
Same killers, but this just a different get away
7.62 red bullet tips, you cannot get away
On his ass early, we gone have them n***a spent by dawn (Ay ay ay)
I'ma stop, drop, and roll, I know every n***a with me got a firearm
(They gone spray) (Mmh)

[Verse 2]
All these n***as wanna be gangsta, 'til some gangsta shit happen
I know its something, his eyes open from, no sleep, he got money on his head, he runnin'
Lil' Swig, he prayed to God but killed on a Sunday
Forever feel this, fuck how you n***as coming
And fuck them bitches that can't stand us, come do us, make us sit down
The opps fully ain't been stand up, comedians, they lay 'em down
Murk his potna, he gone cry later
Kill his cousin, he gone cry later (They gone die later)
Catch 'em off the internet, yeah hit 'em with that ratchet
We gone turn that boy to "Damn, I was just with him" status
Gen-4, Gen-4, Gen-5
We know we tryna survive
Them boys came through, shooting with closed eyes
They still got no aim, load up and spin again

[Chorus]
Same ol' shit, just a different day
Same dirty Glock, just a different K
Same killers, but this just a different get away
7.62 red bullet tips, you cannot get away
On his ass early, we gone have them n***a spent by dawn (Ay ay ay)
I'ma stop, drop, and roll, know every n***a with me got a firearm
(They gone spray) (Mmh)
[Outro]
James about that check, boy
What's happenin' Chi Chi?