(Intro)
Yeah
Yeah
Aye
Yeah
I got 20 for a show (Wrist work, wrist work)
I got 20 for a show
Flex my abs she gon' blow yeah
Yah (Who took my, gahdang)

(Verse)
I got 20 for a show
Need the pack need the blow
Got that M16 on me
Just to let these n***as know
Hit it fast hit it slow
She wan' smash i say no
Counting dough counting dough
And yo girl she on snow
Had to cut some n***as off
They was hatin' on the low
RIP my vuz
RIP my Zoe
RIP my vro, RIP my vro
Voot me up im finna flow
Voot me up im finna go
Fill it up ammo
Before we go toe to toe
Titties fat told her show
She was my thot no mo
Thought she my friend, my foe
Who want smoke who want smoke
Who want smoke who want smoke
Who want smoke who want smoke
Who want smoke who want smoke
Who want (AYE)
Head shot
Dead shot
One shot
Dead shot
Dread shot
Red shots
To yo frickin' head thot
And she great with head top
Head top head top
Pockets knots
Bodies caught
Your money
Not a lot
Pockets big
I forgot
JJ Watt
JJ Swat
(Outro)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
RIP X, voot me up n***a
Aye wassup n***a
Wassup Jay?