[Chorus: Izaya Tiji]
(Mingo, haha)
I got bloods everywhere
So-so 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, it's a throw-away
I don't wanna fuck you, bitch, just go away
N***a, we could take your 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 case
With the gang, we yelling out "Slatt"
My pockets so fat, how much they weigh?
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
So 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, it's a throw-away
I don't wanna fuck you, bitch, just go away
N***a, we could take your 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