[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, shoutout big homie
Yo, i'm feeling real good right now
Yeah, aye, yeah, aye
Slatt (aye), slatt (aye), slatt (aye), slatt (aye)
Aye

[Verse]
Snakes in my collar but never my circle
Double the cup then I fill it with purple
Drink the whole thing, now i'm slow like a turtle
Boy do not play, I got brothers who murder
And all of them you know that they beat the cases
Triple the cup with some Sprite then I face it
FN got ammo, shootin' like Rambo
Stack up the cash then it's back to the basics
I was in the gutter with robbers and felons
You cannot hang with me, no opps in my section
Stay with a 9, it's for extra protection
Try to run up then you gon' learn your lesson
They want the smoke but they don't want the pressure
I took off on him, don't know where I left him
Throw racks in the air and start changing the weather
You cannot hang with me, we on different levels (aye, gang!)
I really come straight from the 4, if he say he wants smoke then he knows that i'm with it
How you gon' do a song a homie, then act like a opp when I give you the ticket
Man, that's what's wrong with you rappers, you gotta stay down till you get to the finish
Yeah, they know I ball like a piston, they call you Blueface cause my chop' leave you Crippin'
The opps really chicken, don't drop no location so we gotta find out where they be
I just bought a 9 with a beam, but that jawn for defense so it's not what it seams
I just brought your thot to the spot, slide my rod in her box, with a Glock in my jeans
Don't care who got static or have it, i'm repping Fuego, i'll slide for my team
All of y'all rookies, Lil O i'ma veteran
You try to jack, and get popped like some medicine
And I got the chop on my back like a letterman
I can see through all your smiles like gelatin
I slide the bone in that trick like a skeleton
VVS diamonds like, go call the weatherman
Shoutout Gonzalez, my homie, my Mexican
Your girl be down on her knees like a reverend
I'm going so stupid, i'm losing my brain, homie
But i'm staying maintained, homie
Everybody get mad at the money I gained, homie
I'm remaining the same homie
You say she with you, but she's eyeing my chain, homie
All my watches and rings, homie
And my shooter got aim, homie
He get hit in his top cause my homies insane, homie
Hit the cup then I pass out
Put the scope in his mouth like some mouthwash at last now
Cop a foreign, I dash out
Geting cash with no Apple, we pulling the Macs out
Yeah, she know what this bag 'bout
I do not even care, I will run in your dad's house
You walk in, you like, “Dad, how?”
Put two shots to his top, you can call me your Dad now
I be chasing this bag trick
I'm with her for a week, then i'm out, she a mad chick
I stay popping these tags rich
Bet that lil' boy, he freeze, he get hit with this Mac, hit
[Outro]
I want her, she a bad chick
When I hop on the beat, then i'm out she a mad lil hoe
When i'm popping these tags, rich
Bet that lil' boy, he freeze, he get hit with this Mac, hit
Grrah! Grrah! (hold my baby)
When I smoke this gas, get hot, man
Stop playing with me, Donnie D in the field (knockout)
Aye (knockout), Aye (knockout), Aye (knockout)
Aye (de, de, de, de de de)
One, two, punch then we knockout (knockout)
One, two, punch then we pop out (slatt!)