[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
I got a .30, on that lil' phoney
Fuck with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target
Fuck all that talkin', we get to sparkin'
I got a .30, on that lil' phoney
Fuck with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target
Fuck all that talkin', we get to sparkin'
Light that lil' shit up
Fuck that lil' bitch up
Light your whole wrist up
Pull up and pick up
She eat the dick up
No gag, no hiccup
Bitch swallow them babies
I dare you to spit up

[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Got a .30 and stick and my Glock
Run up on me, you get popped
My n***as they jailin', they thuggin' on locks
Fuck Batman, I'm robbin', you punchin' the clock
I'm keepin' my heat, but I'm cold like the winter
Making plays on the block like a n***a a sinner
We killin' for real, you n***as pretenders
I pray to the lord because I'm a sinner
Brand new Drac', that's a brand new case
If a n***a move wrong, get hit in this bitch
Got a big .38, that's a first .48
If a n***a wanna play, then I'm ending his shit
I'ma send a hit and I'ma get him touched
Bitch I'm big bold, got the biggest nuts
I got two choppas, I'ma double up
Do a drive-by in the Bentley truck, yeah, yeah
Ayy, two phones on me, I'm trappin'
Get him whacked then I don't know what happened
If a n***a want beef, what's crackin'?
Pull up let a fuck n***a have it
Big Drac' knock a n***a out his panties
These fuck n***as can't even stand me
And if it's beef, I'ma handle it
[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
I got a .30, on that lil' phoney
Fuck with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target
Fuck all that talkin', we get to sparkin'
I got a .30, on that lil' phoney
Fuck with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target
Fuck all that talkin', we get to sparkin'

[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Steady saggin' my pants, but I put on that belt now
I braided my [?]
I went flooded my Rollie
My diamonds baguettes now I'm gone to infinity
I come straight from the gutter, who watch me grew up? They won't get rid of me
I'ma stay with that burner, the minute I up, I'ma bust it at everything
Fifty shots in the Glock in the back of the Bentley
Quarter million McLaren, they can't say that's it's rent
Take a shot, ain't no runnin' [?]
She gon' come to my house just to see how I'm livin'
She gon' fuck on a n***a, it's worth every penny
She gon' try anything just to make sure I feel it
She can say anything and I'm never gon' listen
I'm not givin' no money whenever I'm finished
[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
I got a .30, on that lil' phoney
Fuck with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target
Fuck all that talkin', we get to sparkin'
I got a .30, on that lil' phoney
Fuck with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target
Fuck all that talkin', we get to sparkin'
Light that lil' shit up
Fuck that lil' bitch up
Light your whole wrist up
Pull up and pick up
She eat the dick up
No gag, no hiccup
Bitch swallow them babies
I dare you to spit up