[Intro: Jit4 Stan & Kodak Black]
Posted with my strap out, don't send no hitter, he gettin’ killed
Free Melly like right now before we break him out the cell
I'm about to crash out, but everybody tellin' me chill
Mama, I’m in my bag now, your baby boy got you a crib
All these n***as flag, yeah, they say they killin', but who they killed?
He just died 'fore hard to live, hope we make it out this field
And these pills, tell that n***a back down, love to kill

[Chorus: Jit4 Stan & Kodak Black]
I'm about to crash out, but everybody tellin' me chill
Mama, I'm in my bag now, your baby boy got you a crib
All you gotta do is rap now, 4, we don't need you on no drills
Probably start beefin' with my dogs ’causе they won’t let me gеt in the whip
Tryna run up a while, but I ride around now with this Glock
I'm takin’ it serious, but I like me better in that car, mm
My mind on guap, it's been a while, I cut a head off
Take him off that block for a while, right now, it's like the feds out

[Verse: Jit4 Stan & Kodak Black]
Me and bro conversate, he was once in my situation
I did not contemplate, industry, I'ma come and take it
Put my heart up in this shit, I’m a project baby
Tryna stay up out the mix, I can't let 'em take me
Got my pistol on me, this one here ain't got no safety
Streets been gettin' to me, somebody come please save me
Shit ain't safe out here, so this tool ain't on safety
Talkin' to my steel, I'm countin' on you to save me
N***as keep fuckin' me with me, I'ma send ma dukes to Haiti
Crop that boy out the picture next day, that boy won't say cheese
Heard he was loafin' on his block, boy, that lo' got Swiss cheesed
Big bro tellin' me to stop, boy, this music shit sweet
I'm finna stop talking, on God, 'cause what the hell got into me?
Could you protect me from my heart? I could handle my enemies
Ayy, these days, I been mixin' molly with the lean
Streets saved him, yeah, how much n***as gotta bleed?
[Chorus: Jit4 Stan & Kodak Black]
I'm about to crash out, but everybody tellin' me chill
Mama, I'm in my bag now, your baby boy got you a crib
All you gotta do is rap now, 4, we don't need you on no drills
Probably start beefin' with my dogs 'cause they won't let me get in the whip
Tryna run up a while, but I ride around now with this Glock
I'm takin' it serious, but I like me better in that car, mm
My mind on guap, it's been a while, I cut a head off
Take him off that block for a while, right now, it's like the feds out