[Intro]
I need to talk to Mike Laury
Hello? This is Mike Laury (Mm-mm)
Dubba-AA flex (Mm)
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Only in my chopper I trust (Grrat)
Yeah (Winning lottery numbers coming up)

[Chorus]
I feel like Rondo with this nine on my waist
I ain't talkin' basketball
We bring straight gun smoke and that state to state
Walked around the corner, I bang and blast 'em all
Timmy slangin' iron, run down blood on the gate
(Like, "Boom, boom, bop,") bitch, this that casket talk
Flipping through the immey, shaking jump out drake
Nobody safe, don't come out after dark
She say she like the way this Patek spark, ayy
She like the way that I'm shinin', yeah
Open my mouth and I'm blindin' them
Wе really slangin' iron at them
New supprеssor on the Glock, ayy, ayy
When Leaky get out, I'ma buy him a pistol
Bleeding right out the help scalp from a big 9 meter
Fuck it burn out they trap, I shoot at every hitta, who and I say ouuwee I’m loaded aye
Tell me who want smoke inside this party, I make Pluto blow the K
I just gave my youngin' thirty thousand, with a 38
Glock with the drum, we steady mobbin' and tryna boost the murder rate
We look for somethin' inside the projects, we stepped on him,him,and him today ?
[Verse]
Glock with a beam, we go up with the metal
Killin' run in my genes, see, my uncle a steppa
I be rockin' Supreme with the Burberry letters
My lil cousin's thirteen but in love with Berettas
Ayy, I'm tryna figure out how can I catch him
Take 'em out by his house, when he come out, we wet 'em
Couple Ps in the trunk, we put thousand or better
They know that we put that heat on whoever
Leave some blood on the street, then we thrown down the leather
Tell 'em turn on the beat then I dance with the devil
Ain't no internet beef so y'all better be careful
Put that boy on a T-shirt, since he did all that rapping
Get the lock off the cheap, then I step on the pedal
From the East to the West, slangin' nine in the ghetto
Got a foot on they neck 'til they break, I won't let up
Only reason they hate 'cause I run up my cheddar
Stick to the code, don't trust a bitch you'll get set up
Thinkin' my codeine and my Crip, cuz' screamin' out, "It's whatever" (Yeah, yeah)
Designer clothes, me , phat , me an wheezy, was back to Fran Wesser (Oh yeah)
Dig up and go who not beneath me with a brick and a shovel, yeah

[Chorus]
I feel like Rondo with this nine on my waist
I ain't talkin' basketball
We bring straight gun smoke and that state to state
Walked around the corner, I bang and blast 'em all
Timmy slangin' iron, run down blood on the gate
(Like, "Boom, boom, bop,") bitch, this that casket talk
Flipping through the immey, shaking jump out drake
Nobody safe, don't come out after dark
She say she like the way this Patek spark, ayy
She like the way that I'm shinin', yeah
Open my mouth and I'm blindin' them
We really slangin' iron at them
New suppressor on the Glock, ayy, ayy
When Leaky get out, I'ma buy him a pistol
Bleeding right out the help scalp from a big 9 meter
Fuck it burn out they trap, I shoot at every hitta, who and I say ouuwee I’m loaded aye
Tell me who want smoke inside this party, I make Pluto blow the K
I just gave my youngin' thirty thousand, with a 38
Glock with the drum, we steady mobbin' and tryna boost the murder rate
We look for somethin' inside the projects, like fuck him it’s a murder case