[Intro: gicc]
I-I-I-I got choppas we gon' turn him to an enemy
I-I don't fuck with fake friends you not a friend of me
I-I've been sippin' off the woK off the hennessy
I-I-I've been feelin fuckin' sick i need a remedy

[Chorus: gicc]
I-It's so fucked, I'm so stuck
I can't run, I-I'm so fucked
Outta luck, keep a gun
Y-Y-You keep actin' like a lame you are my son
I-I-I just see it all the same I want it done

[Verse 1: 1crusafix]
(Ahh) I won't ever fuckin' switch up
Call my phone, I'll always pick up
Bitches saying that they miss us
Don't know what they fuckin' miss though
Talkin' shit, collect yo info
Red dot on his head just like a lil symbol
I got Glock inside of my pocket
My pistol Charlie Puth way that it pop shit
Talkin' 'bout cash, we switching the topic
He ain't got bread, he talkin' 'bout nonsensе
I got a Glock he meeting this 5.6
I'm makin music they tell mе to drop it
I made a style and they tryna jock it
I got my brodie and he gonna chop it
[Chorus: gicc]
I-It's so fucked, I'm so stuck
I can't run, I-I'm so fucked
Outta luck, keep a gun
Y-Y-You keep actin' like a lame you are my son
I-I-I just see it all the same I want it done
I-It's so fucked, I'm so stuck
I can't run, I-I'm so fucked
Outta luck, keep a gun
Y-Y-You keep actin' like a lame you are my son
I-I-I just see it all the same I want it done

[Verse 2: akkiro]
Want it done bitch you know I want it done
Bitch I started makin' millions now u know I'm #1
Got a Glocky with extendos, bitch we shootin' just for fun
Pockets fat like peter griffin yeah you know they weight a ton
So how u do it like that, you really thought it could last
You gotta leave it behind, so put it in the past
You really fucked up, I got it tucked a-ah
You outta luck ha-ah, but we don't give a fuck