[Chorus: Izaya Tiji]
(Mingo, haha)
I got bloods everywhere
Chop, chop, I'm gon' get it anyway
PT make this fight unfair
He tryna go up, let's get him there (Haha)
Yeah
Count this triple double
Yeah, my shooters will do you any weather
Your ex a good no way
Yeah, fuck your verse its a throw-away
I don't wanna fuck you, bitch just go away
N***a we could take yo' shit but you go away
Cover them rackaids baby in moet (Ha)
Choppa gon' make him blow away
I got pints of lean, olé
Yeah, bitch tryna fuck me up, no babe
Okay, this could just be our lil' moment, yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Alexzander Pray]
Yeah, fuck the bitch like three four times a day
These fuck n***as hate [?]
Got a brand new Glock and it's on my waist
[?] with a bad ass bitch and she on my [?]
Pockets too fat, I can't stay weight
You ain't 'bout bread lil n***a, no way
Pouring that lean, no carbonate
I got hoes like Christmas day
Uh, n***as be mumbling
Ayy, baby, pave the way
Uh, this ain't no holiday
Smoking that gas I'ma Fly away, yeah
Fly away, yeah
(Slayworld Soldier)
[Chorus: Izaya Tiji]
(Mingo, haha)
I got bloods everywhere
Chop, chop, I'm gon' get it anyway
PT make this fight unfair
He tryna go up, let's get him there (Haha)
Yeah
Count this triple double
Yeah, my shooters will do you any weather
Your ex a good no way
Fuck your verse its a throw-away
I don't wanna fuck you, bitch just go away
N***a we could take yo' shit but you go away
Cover them rackaids baby in moet (Ha)
Choppa gon' make him blow away
I got pints of lean, olé
Yeah, bitch tryna fuck me up, no babe
Okay, this could just be our lil' moment, yeah