[Intro]
This shit really easy when you send them hits
Ayy,  shout-out my gang, n***a
4X 
Rx Whammy, n***a
4 way, you get this shit Glo way
It's  a whole lot of slime shit too, n***a
Ayy,  I’m runnin around with a stick
Ayy, I'm finna start sending hits

[Chorus]
I'm  finna start sendin’ hits
OG on Frontline like he 'bout the business (Get 'em)
I ride around with the stick (That fire)

[Verse 1]
I can't go out like a lick (Uh uh)
No,  I ain't cuffin' no thot (Thot)
'Cause I get around like a lyft (Uh)
Plays on my line like a bitch (Plays)
K roll, I serve the remix
Drum roll, we pull up with sticks (Grrr)
D-d-dugga get hit (Graa)
Lil' Joe got the MAC, who you with? (Yuh)
Now lil’ bro bustin’ yo' shit (Come here)
I’ll have someone run in yo' shit
Me and Trap $wagg got 'em pissed (Yuh)
Ayy, she wanna fuck 'cause I’m rich (Rich)
Pass her to Slime, assist (Bitch)
Yo' pockets on thin, you beefin' 'bout a bitch?
Better get off ya' dick (Huh?)
I ain't with that switching shit
Only see me with the clique (Gang)
Uh, Stunna ice cold, I'm trying to stack the racks up like a light pole
We upin' straps, light show
These 7.62's will give his ass lypo (Grra, grra, grra)

[Interlude]
Take his whole life
Oh, n***a, we slidin' tonight, oh
[Verse 2]
I flex some racks in her face (Racks)
Free my lil' brother, he fighting the case
Say something 'bout racks, you dyin' today
I get on that gas and start flying away (Uh)
I get on that gas (Uh uh)
Make me get on yo' ass (Make me get on yo' ass)
Ayy, these n***as mad
'Cause I got some cash
Go get you a bag (Go get you some cash)
Get yo' bitch on a flat
Lay her on a pillow, I beat from the back, uh (Thot thot)
I ain't lovin no nat, so after I fuck
I gotta scat, uh (I'm gone)
Since he tryna flag
He finna get smashed and turned to a pack (Ayy, come here, lil 'n***a)
Since he tryna flag
He finna get smashed and turned to a pack (Pow, pow, pow, pow)
N***a zipped up, no Ziploc (Uh)
These n***as fake like their wristwatch (N***as fake)
Hammer time, I'm comin like, "Tick tock" (Uh)
We gon' take care of the party, no pit stop (Nah)
She say I'm turnt up, like, "Tip off" (I'm turnt)
She in the room with her tits out (Nig turnt)
I used to sit in the trap spot (yeah)
I'm in the Stu' making hits now (Yeah)
I got cash I can send hits now
I can get a whole gang hit now (Lil' bitch)
[Chorus]
Ayy, I'm finna start sendin' hits (Huh)
OG on Frontline like he 'bout the business (Okay)
Ayy, I ride around with that stick (I ride around with that fire)

[Outro]
I got bread on my mind
Fuck is a bitch?
Put some bread on yo' mind, you sick? (Uh)
Learn if he down bad on his dick (Lil' n***a)
Put "R.I.P" under his pic
Ayy, I'm finna start sendin' hits