[Intro]
Man, tell these n***as stop playin with me

[Verse 1]
Money on my mind, I been countin' up
Said he took my girl, I don't give a f— (Bleh!)
Shooter in Milwaukee, he play for the Bucks
If he want the smoke, tell him off on me
Girl, I don't want Covid, do not cough on me
Diamonds in my grills, got a lot of teeth
Feel like Tana, 'cause I got off the leash

[Verse 2]
(Wait, that's you)
Oh wait, thats me
And if it ain't me, then I swear thats it's you
Kill 'em, make his big brother get a whole tattoo
I feel like Carti, shooters hop out the roof
I feel like Carti, make him jump out the house
I slide into her crib and jump in her mouth
I shot him in the leg, that lil' boy said, "Ouch"
I hit a lick, thеn we had to rerou—

[Verse 3]
Then wе had to reroute
EOS, every opp shot, that's on Kato
We doin' drills, like shoutout to Kato
My brother do drill, his first name is Kato, last name Zai
If he want beef, he get shot in his— (Bop, bop)
If he want beef, he get shot in his eye
Get sent to his best friend, sent to his buddy
I'm with my Flocco, shoutout Kid Cudi
[Verse 4]
A-As you can tell, I'm sick (Bop)
But it's my birthday, so I don't give a (Phew)
Double cross him, since he think he so slick
Double cross him, 'cause we know he a B— (Mm-mm)
I ain't even gon' say that
Match the flow with the beat, now the flow laid back
We took his head off, let that boy see his reflection
Ain't nothin' that you can take back

[Verse 5]
Grrah, grrah, gang bout to slide with a big MAC
You ain't got 'za, come shop, we could fix that
Glock in my hand, while the socks, they mix matched
Whole lot of 'za, got it all in a big bag
She threw it back, but it got some kickback
She wanna chill, told her come to the kickback
I told her I ain't got condoms, if that—

[Verse 6]
Is okay with you
Choppa on me, make that boy sneeze, achoo
Put the Glock up on you, what would you do?
And his windows tinted, so we shoot through the roof (Bop, bop, bop)
Yeah, I'm the top dog (Phew)
We had to go let a hundred shots off
He tried to run, so we takin his cleats off
Ain't got no gun, I hit him with the beatbox
[Verse 7]
Sped up the beatbo— (Ah), ayy
Sped up the beatbox beat, you can't feel this
Call up lil' Maajins, he might have to drill this

[Verse 8]
Wait, wait, I ain't think he was gon' actually do it
Now I'm finna kill this
This somethin' that you could get sturdy to
Opps pullin' up, pass my homie the burner too
He tryna beatbox, choppa go beep-bop
Hit him in the face, make that lil' boy get sturdy too
We, make him hit his dance move, look
Don't flex, you could get your stick took
In the lab like I know how to cook
I'ma call up SBook
He gon put them lil' Tesla doors up

[Verse 9]
Ain't sippin Tris right now, sippin' Barre
We kill his brother, he said it's bizarre
How he on a shirt, if he way pass the stars?
Hit him with a hook, pirate, argh (Grrah)

[Outro]
Oh my God, there's no way I just did that
Alright, stop recording
Bro, what you doin? Bro, stop recordin'