[Verse 1]
Think I made her cry, aye
'Cause she on the side, aye
Re-really heat 'em up, Imma get 'em fried, aye
On my fifth line, aye
Bitch, I'm outside, aye
And you know I'm strapped up like a fucking dyke, aye
Tell 'em all to shop, yuh
Imma get you right, aye
Ray Charles in this bitch, but it's on sight, aye

Why you tryna act like me, but you talking out your neck?
Imma pull up to your steps, Imma really get him wet
And he don't want the fade, I might kill his ass instead
Big R's in this bitch, she got RVR3 on her head
4 R's in that bitch, she put meat in her neck
Crab walk, for the set like I'm Jeremiah, bitch
Turn him flat Stanley, 'cause I got my iron, bitch
And my butcher make it chop, 'cause I'm Michael Myers, bitch
I got white, I got sips, I got ice, I got bricks
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Doing shit like me, he's a fucking faggot
If you pull up to the lot we can get to clapping
While you was in school I was getting action
Why you talking 'bout that bread if you ain't really stacking?
Feel the gas call my name so I had to tap it
Imma pull up on that hoe, now that bitch gasping
Now I'm cooking up the dope, we can get to cracking
Had to get to my bag, now I'm livin' lavi—
[Verse 2]
Everybody in the fucking club dressed like 83
Why you talk so much, ain't into conversation G
Like a rap song, Imma make his body fucking leak
Try to rob, you ain't get it, so please stop trying me
Blowing off the [?], stop tryna act like me
Stop tryna rap like me
Balling like an athlete
Choppa cause catastrophe
For a feat I'm charging fees
Fuck it, ain't fuck with police
Charging, that's a felony
Told that bitch, get on her knees

[Verse 3]
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Booling with my heat
Need some drugs
Got 'em for the low
Choppa make it ring

[Verse 4]
Make you flip
Make you walk
I got that Wok
Not dropping tools
All you rappers fools
[Interlude]
E e i g h t y t h r e e

[Verse 5]
Think I made her cry, aye
'Cause she on the side, aye
Re-really heat 'em up, Imma get 'em fried, aye
On my fifth line, aye
Bitch, I'm outside, aye
And you know I'm strapped up like a fucking dyke, aye
Tell 'em all to shop, yuh
Imma get you right, aye
Ray Charles in this bitch, but it's on sight, aye

Why you tryna act like me, but you talking out your neck?
Imma pull up to your steps, Imma really get him wet
And he don't want the fade, I might kill his ass instead
Big R's in this bitch, she got RVR3 on her head
4 R's in that bitch, she put meat in her neck
Crab walk, for the set like I'm Jeremiah, bitch
Turn him flat Stanley, 'cause I got my iron, bitch
And my butcher make it chop, 'cause I'm Marco Marfè, bitch
I got white, I got sips, I got ice, I got bricks
She got .45, lames, [?]
Doing shit like me, he's a fucking faggot
If you pull up to the lot we can get to clapping
While you was in school I was getting action
Why you talking 'bout that bread if you ain't really stacking?
Feel the gas call my name so I had to tap it
Imma pull up on that hoe, now that bitch gasping
Now I'm cooking up the dough, we can get to cracking
Had to get to my blade, now I'm looking like a--