[Chorus]
He say I thought we were cool my n***a why the hell U clutching
If a n***a play with T then im gon bust his ass in public
I try to cooked had it fucked up had it taken out the oven
Ion give no fuck bout no relationships I do it to my cousin
Left right hustle gun bussin’
This lil shit is not nothing
We been runnin through that slut so why the fuck you thot cuffin?
He claim he a shooter, but we know that boy is not gunnin
Lil T-key drop shots fr you play I show you that we not friend

[Verse 1]
Birdie boy never did runnin, hop out clutching get to bussin
Ion be talking drops, when we pop out end of discussion
Headshot rip a n***a face, 7.62 gave him concussion
Bad lil bitch came from Russia trynna bus it like a gusher
Stand on business I mean everything I see I never cap
They locked birdie boy inside them chains they thought i couldn't adapt
22O pop shit for gang you know I put that on the map
Came up 5 bustin stains never thought I’d be a rapper
Me and T-key goin crazy know this shit here been amazing
To many K’s inside the box you would’ve thought my gang racist
They seein I’m lit across the map they sending beat here for a play
This shit been crazy had to give em pussy led just to erase em

[Chorus]
He say I thought we were cool my n***a why the hell U clutching
If a n***a play with T then im gon bust his ass in public
I try to cooked had it fucked up had it taken out the oven
Ion give no fuck bout no relationships I do it to my cousin
Left right hustle gun bussin’
This lil shit is not nothing
We been runnin through that slut so why the fuck you thot cuffin?
He claim he a shooter, but we know that boy is not gunnin
Lil T-key drop shots fr you play I show you that we not friend
[Verse 2]
I could not be broke had to get up off my ass and go and get it
Try to wear my brothers clothes but they to big I couldn’t fit it
N***as told me time to time again not do it, I still ain’t listen
Yk one day I get it and then I go and flip it that’s on god
I been running up money since a jit that’s on my moms
They can cut my legs ion give no fuck cuz im still bearin arms
Im the angel I get evil I tear his whole damn soul apart
Yeah im rich but if he play w my lil girl im going to war
Put in my last work now im soar
[?] Prada will never catch me askin for more
Heard [?] went broke I guess they got divorced
I rock polo tees, probably will never catch me off this horse
And this shit right here that sweet love
I call it that g-love
I fw that ass ion give no fuck bout no d-cups
I would put that gun out watch that baby boy get beat up
All the opps need glasses
Cuz on my daddy them bitch ass boys can’t see us
And one more thing don’t get it fucked up im still on that timing
I eat ya fucking face if you try to take one of my diamonds
N***a said he gon catch me I say good luck trynna find me
Bet his ass get shot at if he don try to claim he don tried me, ong

[Chorus]
He say I thought we were cool my n***a why the hell you clutching
If a n***a play with T then im gon bust his ass in public
I try to cooked had it fucked up had it taken out the oven
Ion give no fuck bout no relationships I do it to my cousin
Left right hustle gun bussin’
This lil shit is not nothing
We been runnin through that slut so why the fuck you thot cuffin?
He claim he a shooter, but we know that boy is not gunnin
Lil T-key drop shots fr you play I show you that we not friend