[Verse 1: LOAT!]
I been cruising through the city, got the Glock in my hip
These bitches want me, when I'm horny, when I'm not, then they trip
Always said that I be something, I was selling them bricks
I take her out, she got that [?], she ain't give me no trust

[Verse 2: LOAT!]
Ey, turn me on
Give me the location, baby, put it on
I need respect cause all these pussies tryna come along
[?] to your man for a second, it won't be that long
Come back in a body baggy, thought that he was something, huh
They call me a cracker but this white boy used to run the block
Now I got somе money and the opps, they tryna run mе up
Shawty never love me, she just want me for my money
What the fuck does that mean, I ain't fucking with no puppy love
I told them run it off, when I pull up, better run your butt
Said that gun is up, shoot them, one, two
First one missed, the second he can't dodge, hit them in the gut
I do the dash and now I'm in the cut, another blunt for us

[Verse 3: LOAT!]
Uh, another blunt for us
Another blunt for who?
Another blunt for you
I hit your homeboy too
Said you love me, but am dissing you
So get the fuck up on my face, I don't call no truce
[Verse 4: $atori Zoom]
I give them enough 'fore he cannot refuse it
Pull up to his block, I show them that we got that choppa suit
Can't fuck with no opps as well, we always gotta [?] to lose
Two roses, one for his grave and then one for his momma too
I ain't never killed a man, but damn, I always wanted to
Running up this cash, I'm with the family, I'm a father, too
Word up on the street, go ask them, they call me godfather, too
I don't [?], so what gotta massacre [?]
Fuck a man, spot, they call me phantom of the opera, too
Give a damn, take for the wrist like Peter Pan
I be the man, I feed the man
I fuck with a bitch like [?]
Can't see the memory, be the [?]
I spit it so fast like a cheater [?]
See his [?], I need a [?]
I wanna roll up, but I need a gram

[Verse 5: LOAT!]
I used to be around my city, with the Glock in my hip
Plug used to rob me, now they love me, it's like fifty [?]
These bitches hit me up on Snapchat, tryna show me they tits
It ain't no question, but I can't fuck with that bitch
I don't slap box, I throw fucking fists cause I'm a trap god
[?] my house, I had to make it or I flatline
Eighty Gs at seventeen, I served the man the last time
But last time, she went down and don't you ask why
Shoutout to my brothers that I seen down in the gutter, uh
Pussy out in LA, chew him up like he's some bubble gum
He said he with gang, I catch him lacking when he [?]
Get the fuck about my face, I don't like calling no truces