[Intro]
What are you fuckin nuts? Hahahahaha!
Big choppa gang, brrtt
Hit that bih, hit that bih, for the one time, hahaha (Brrrt)

[Verse 1: 5.53FXNDI]
R-Ran off with his gun, ran off with his profit
Smokin' his partners, I'm high, I'm so off it
Get out of line and I just might pop it
Flexin' the ones, lil' boy that is not it
If we talkin' money, you better get serious
Fuck with my gang, you must be delirious
How you got a gun and won't blow it, I'm curious
I'm boutta spazz cause now I am furious
Stackin' my bread, I stack my denaro
Gold on my body like I am a pharaoh
Movin' them bows, I'm not talkin' arrows
Stay with the jack like my name was Sparrow
Pull up to the spot, pull up to the function
50 round drum when I get to clutchin'
Say you get money but what is you touchin'
Choppa kick back and shoot by the dozen
Drugs in my cup, now I am a zombie
Can't feel my face, I can't feel my body
Gang hit her up, gave her a bukkake
Pimpin' these bitchеs like my name is Scottie
7.62, wе leavin' you sloppy
Fuck with the gang and get hit with the shotty
Movin' the crack like my name is Bobby
Sellin' these drugs, that is my hobby
Nobody be doin' what they be rappin' bout
Bitch it's big Fendi, you know I got rapper clout
You was a broke boy, yo pockets is in a drought
12 get behind me, I'm takin' a different route
Think you the man until we come and air it out
Say you like cheddar believe it without a doubt
TJ a bitch and a rat, had to get em out
Free all my partners that locked, they not gettin out
[Verse 2: 5.53FXNDI]
I-I-I do what I want and you do what you can
I'm high as hell like I'm Peter Pan
Ma-Mask on my face like I'm in the clan
Choppa hold 30 get popped like a Xan
I-I got some money but I want some more
I'm in the trap and I'm flippin' the bows
Whi-Whippin the pot, stand over the stove
I-I'm pressin X like I'm tryna reload

[Verse 3: 33mercury]
Put him in the sights, gun him down, yo we got him
That was yo homie, that sucks, what a bummer
Them bullets be hot, I ain't talkin' bout summer
My bro 553 tote them poles like a gunner
Washin' my mouth but I really be doin this
Got hella rounds, you get hit with the hollow tips
I-I'm on my own I don't need any kill assists
Hop on the beat so you know I be killin' shit
Damn my bitch steppin'
You claim you got weapons
We know you been cappin'
Get spilled like a beverage
"Yo bro I'm built different"
You built like a bitch and just stop all that talkin', we fight in the pit
Now rip off yo limbs, you get hit with the stick
Lil bro he a fan, he be ridin' on hella dick
I'm not a fan of this
You can go rest in piss
Say that I'm pussy, go ahead and go drop a diss
Fuck with me, boy you can suck me up sloppily
T-Talk all that shit but you ain't ever toppin' me
Shit doesn't bother me
Fuck all that petty beef
Talk all that talk on the 'gram you ain't seein me
Droppin' you in the scene
Drownin' on hennessey
Now that you talkin' up, what is it finna be
[Verse 4: 83HADES]
All of these rappers be stealin' my flows like
While I have yo bitch and I kiss that hoe goodnight
Sneak up on him with the, uh, like I'm Suge Knight
Talkin' the reck on the net but he won't fight
Best stay inside little bro cause it's on sight
Don't close my eyes so you know that I'm gon' bite
Dogs in this bitch, lil bro you get killed right
How I get all of this bread, bitch I flip ice
I'm with some demons, don't play nice
Bitch you got shot twice
I flip the chicken like Popeyes
Shorty wanna fuck, I told her when pigs fly
You see the clip with this glick when I run by
[?] droppin' anytime of the day
Bitches know how I rob, best respect what I say
When I'm posted the trap, bitch I stay with AK's
Boy I know what you, is you is not finna spray
Buyin' [?] me and my flows you still take
Man I gotta go kill his ass, for god sake
Bitch you know what I do and you heard what I say
So don't start with that talkin', I don't like to play
And I never run, when I do it's from jakes
He wanna talk beef,I come to any state
Why he talkin' bout money, put 3 in his face
I'mma kick down this door and I'm runnin' this place
And I hit up the plug, watch me cop a few plates
And this shit is for real, I can never be fake
If you dyin' today then I guess that's just fate
Lil shorty fuck with me, I'm havin my way
I stay on good time and I never be late
I'mma chop up his body, throw him in the lake
Swerve
These bitches they think I'mma jerk
Holes in his stomach, put him on a shirt
Bi-Big 83, I'mma stomp on the dirt
What he gon' say when his head on the curb
Creep in the night, bitch I like to lurk
I got the pack, bitch you know that I serve
Gun out the window then I hit a swerve
[Verse 5: Ilovekakuri]
I call him a faggot
He talk on the gang so I might let him fuckin' have it
My choppa love static
Yo bitch on my dick, she act like she a fuckin' addict
I like stains, I like drugs
I got a shotty with some slugs
I take no L's, I take dubs
I might kill you just because
You is a bitch you not a thug
You not on my level, we not the same
Bitch I got these racks, Johnny Dang
And I got the Glock and you know it gone fuckin' bang
I like white bitches, white like cocaine
I stay with the gang, bitch I can't fuck with no lames
Smokin' my gas but I'm not talkin propane
Uhh, I'm not talkin propane