[Intro]
Ay, ay, ay
Oohhh
Ay

[Chorus]
N***as actin' hard until we bounce out with them sticks on 'em
Bitch, I got a chop and it got a cooler kit on it
Even if it didn't, I ain't trippin', bitch, we finna win
Let that chop cool the fuck down, then I'll shoot again
Ay, what's up with all these n***as? I don't know 'em, what that shit do?
'Til we pull up on your fuckin' block, what that issue?
Double back on the scene, n***a, like we missed you
Another man down, mama cryin', give her tissue (Ah)

[Verse]
Fuck, n***a
Pussy n***as say it with your chest
Have you ever heard of headshots? N***a, fuck your vest
It was me and Cuddy in that foreign, countin' up a check
You better separate yourself, some n***as fuckin' up the set
Ayy, ayy, ooh-wee, I feel like James Bond
Free my n***as, sittin' down, they ain't got bond
Bitch, where that check? I ain't fuckin', I ain't tryna bond
N***as won't walk up to the seven, bitch, I got time
G-shit, 2100, I got that bloody rack
Bitch, I'm set trippin', it's gon' be fun shootin' your dirty ass
Mama like, "Let that shit go, that shit was in your past"
Fuck that, we doin' n***as weird if we cross paths
Ain't poppin' no balloons, but on my mama, somebody gettin' poked
Even though my grandma died for cancer, I want all the smoke
N***as know how to rap good, they got all the notes
Bitch, I'm really rappin' what I'm livin', this shit ain't a joke
[Chorus]
N***as actin' hard until we bounce out with them sticks on 'em
Bitch, I got a chop and it got a cooler kit on it
Even if it didn't, I ain't trippin', bitch, we finna win
Let that chop cool the fuck down, then I'll shoot again
Ay, what's up with all these n***as? I don't know 'em, what that shit do?
'Til we pull up on your fuckin' block, what that issue?
Double back on the scene, n***a, like we missed you
Another man down, mama cryin', give her tissue