[Intro: Summrs]
(Run that bitch, Chico)
Yeah
All that fuckin' dissin'
I'm the type to make them boys jump out your bushes with a .60 (Grrrr)

[Chorus: Summrs & NBG FATTY]
Yeah, contract killers, put on they wig and clear the business (Ahh)
I'm internet trollin' goin back and forth, yeah, with these n***as (Bitch ass n***as mane)
That's 'cause I need a cover to get blogs up out my business (Damn)
They hit my DM tryna get me to meet with Akademiks (I ain't on that )
Give a fuck about that chain and ran that gon' feel that mop (Ha, bah, bah)
On the phone with these n***as, I was tryna get they fuckin' drops (Aaah, these n***as drops)
I DM one these n***a's hoes, I'm tryna see if the bitch go
They can cancel all thеy shows, I'ma get his bitch to wipe his nose (Slatt)
D-I-E, didn't makе make they whole gang get on the camera and strike a pose
And my robbers cliquin' up, it's good, heard they losin' on score (Grrr)
Punched him in his shit he was 'posed to get his stick and blow (Boo, boo, baah)
You can keep that jewelry, my n***a, i'ma make sum' hit the floor (Facts)
I'ma make sum' hit the floor, them .223's gon make him choke (Them facts, them facts, them facts)
Check me out, they dead

[Verse: Summrs & NBG FATTY]
I don't want that jewelry back I'ma put them creatures in a fuckin' hot car (Fuckin' hot car n***a)
If I wasn't one deep and I had my killers with me I would've said, "It was my fault" (Facts)
I'm sayin' like if the n***a woulda punched in my shit and my n***as would've offed him (Bah)
Yeah fuck your people but I'm generous, n***as would've found him in a coffin (Hmm)
Man get y'all big dawgs out of my DM's, doin' all that mothafuckin' talkin'
Too late to squash it I'm stealin' n***as out there to go do the stalkin'
I'ma child of god but the devil talkin' to me baby, to flip them crosses
I'm of pills and my n***as in the fields see they brains gettin' nauseous (Err)
Yeah, yeah, I got a bald spot on my head I think I need me a new hat (Hat, hat, hat, hat, hat)
Give a fuck I'm creepin up sayin' tryna fuck with that (Yeah)
Ive a fuck about they killers get they drops and we gon' switch 'em
They said they got them Drac's with banana clips, bet we still peel 'em (Huh?)
Imma fuckin soldier mama I'ma make them n***as feel me (Feel me man, you know how we do it man, you better than that)
All my people about drama, y'all done started sum' serious
Tell the judge I’m just a rapper, don't take these lyrics serious (Believe it man, don't take none of this serious man, this all, this all for entertainment)
[Chorus: Summrs & NBG FATTY]
Yeah, contract killers, put on they wig and clear the business (Brrr)
I'm internet trollin' goin back and forth, yeah, with these n***as (These bitch ass n***as man)
That's 'cause I need a cover to get blogs up out my business (Huh?)
They hit my DM tryna get me to meet with Akademiks (I ain't meetin' with Akademiks man)
Give a fuck about that chain and ran that gon' feel that mop (Hah)
On the phone with these n***as, I was tryna get they fuckin' drops (If I get that fuckin' drop)
I DM one these n***a's hoes, I'm tryna see if the bitch go
They can cancel all they shows, I'ma get his bitch to wipe his nose
D-I-E, didn't make make they whole gang get on the camera and strike a pose
And my robbers cliquin' up, it's good, heard they losin' on score
Punched him in his shit he was 'posed to get his stick and blow (Blow, blow)
You can keep that jewelry, my n***a, i'ma make sum' hit the floor
I'ma make sum' hit the floor, them .223's gon make him choke

[Outro: NBG FATTY]
Brrr, yea we got a lot of switches on the back of these bitches man
Stop all that fuckin' Instagram ass trollin' man, that twitter ass shit man
Yeah, we don't even got that fuckin' social media man, fuck man
At the end of the day, whole lot a ninja moves, slice one of these bitches neck off, errrrr