[Verse 1]
Who y'all n***as? I don't know, ian see y'all
Slide Music, slide the doors and ian see y'all
Hol’ bitch you tippin' where y'all n***as at
All black fit walkin’ outside got a stick to match
Drag a bitch outta my house, you can find her where them extensions at
Big Plug n***a hit the work off like a tennis rack
N***a fuck politics my grandmother a democrat
Muzzle flash to his face, n***a this ain't a photograph
N***a fuck school all I use to use is PhotoMath
N***a wrote a statement then the next day we gon' smoke his ass
I'm foulin’ the plug, tackle shit don't need a shoulder pad
I heard cuz was hot lil n***a need to roll in grass (bah)
Where his face at lil n***a gave him two bucks
N***as sweet as shit, bet his heart pumping fruit punch
Swear to god I was in jail, this me n***a, who lunch?
Catch a n***a at the light, stick in my hand, do something
It ain't pressure n***a
Bet I put the stick down me and Kaydoo still reckin’ n***a
Hit a n***a in his shit break his jaw like a record n***a
Call my shooters in designer they might shoot you in a Tesla n***a
Use the strong arm on the plug I got the stick ian a wrestler n***a
Think imma rapper? Imma show you what i'm really bout (huh?)
This a true story just hear me out! (Brrr)
Me and Kaydoo one time ran into his sister house
Can't tell you everything, some parts, so imma pick it out
So many words we pulled a move to get some firearms
Tryna get P’s delivered to us like its Papa John’s
The chopper singing was inside it sound like Chaka Khan
Free all my n***as in the cell they couldn’t get a bond
Feds tryna find a stick nobody post’ to be here
Cold felony charge they could’ve gave me 23 years
Michael Jackson with the chop you call me I will be there
Run up on the plug with the Drake I told him Take Care
Backdoor the plug, n***a money over everything
My soldier get to steppin’ on n***as like I'm Major Payne
Eleven in the clip n***as think i'm seeing Stranger Things
N***as wanna clout chase i'm gon’ shoot you ian gon’ take your chain
Fucking his bitch she just asked me to buy 4 locks
You talking bout a stick stop holding your bro Glock
300 in the clip they thinking i'm from O Block
I'm hitting on his bitch while i'm watching soap operas
Fuck a handgun I hop out shooting both choppers
My migo plug ask me do I want a Horchata
I fuck his mother now he thinking i'm the step-father
These n***as running from the bullets make your death harder (brrr)
[outro]:
Imma show you what i'm really bout, imma show you what i'm really bout get wimme n***a, brrr, what i'm really bout, imma crash out again n***a, I'm the most humble n***a in the world n***a but dont get shit fucked up but dont take kindness for weakness n***a, hey