[Intro]
Aye, aye, gang gang
Aye, aye, gang gang
Shoo, shoo, shoo (skrt!)
Aye, gang, aye
Choppa in the back and I'm finna let it blow
Draco hold a hundred rounds, aim this bitch at yo nose
Extended clips on a Mac and it came with a scope
Shootin' shit like Call of Duty you would think that I'm a pro

[Chorus 1]
Choppa in the back and I'm finna let it blow
Draco hold a hundred rounds, aim this bitch at yo nose
Extended clips on a Mac and it came with a scope
Shootin' shit like Call of Duty you would think that I'm a pro (gang)
Only rockin' with my brothas cause these n***as [?] a switch
Made a pussy n***a fall so that n***a wouldn't snitch
.223's hit his backs, split a n***a like a Twix
(gang gang)
Keep blue hunnids in the bag, I be ballin' like the Knicks
(like the Knicks)
50 bands on my wrist and my neck is all froze
Gucci belt on my waist while I rock designer clothes
Pour a deuce in it finna lean got me movin' slow
And I will always chase a bag cause I will never chase a hoe (gang)
[Verse]
My n***as be totin' them Glocks
Still pop out the cut like Jack in the Box
We slide down with the choppa
We shootin' shit til everybody drop (bang bang)
This hatin' shit you need to stop
You screenshot and talkin' to the cops (you a op!)
I cannot fuck with the ops if I catch a op that n***a gettin' popped
(you gone!)
You put them racks in the mattress
Watch that shit disappear like magic
We shootin' shit like the Mavericks
Hop out and shit gettin' tragic (bang bang)
Catch a n***a up in traffic and now he sayin' that he want static
I'm rockin' Gucci Louis fashion all your clothes lookin' hella ratchet

[Chorus 2]
Choppa in the back and I'm finna let it blow
Draco hold a hundred rounds, aim this bitch at yo nose
Extended clips on a Mac and it came with a scope
Shootin' shit like Call of Duty you would think that I'm a pro
(gang, gang)
Only rockin' with my brothas cause these n***as [?] a switch
Made a pussy n***a fall so that n***a wouldn't snitch
.223's hit his backs, split a n***a like a Twix
(gang, gang)
Keep blue hunnids in the bag, I be ballin' like the Knicks
50 bands on my wrist got them diamonds in my mouth
Heard he dissin' for some clout we gon pull up air it out
N***a told us pull up but that n***a hidin' out
We gon run up in your house and see what you really bout'
[Verse 2]
Pull up in the coupe watch me skrrt off in the Rari'
(skrt, skrt!)
All these bitches goin' crazy when I pull up to the party
Walk around with that heat, n***a, ion need no army
N***a wear the same clothes everyday call him Charlie

[Outro]
Choppa in the back and I'm finna let it blow
Draco hold a hundred rounds, aim this bitch at yo nose
Extended clips on a Mac and it came with a scope
Shootin' shit like Call of Duty you would think that I'm a pro
(gang, gang)
Only rockin' with my brothas cause these n***as [?] a switch
Made a pussy n***a fall so that n***a wouldn't snitch
.223's hit his backs, split a n***a like a Twix (gang, gang)
Keep blue hunnids in the bag, I be ballin' like the Knicks
(like the Knicks!)