[Intro: K-LyricOne]
(Yeah)
Brrt-brrt! (Bow, bow)
Hell nah (Nah)
Uh, we up (We up, lil' bitch)
Skrrt, uh, load that (Load that)
Yeah, yeah (Bitch)
Uh, okay (Uh-huh)
Slide or stay broke (Pussy)

[Chorus: K-LyricOne]
Black hoodie, black Glock, bitch, I’m slidin’ with a hundred rounds (Brrt-brrt)
Talkin’ like you tough, now your family put you underground (Facts)
Fuck a opp block, turn that shit to a ghost town (Boom!)
Drum on the stick, sound like thunder when it go down (Graah, graah)
I don’t fuck with new n***as, loyalty over fake clout (Hell nah)
ATL slime shit, know exactly what I’m ’bout (Slatt)
If the trap slow, I’m still movin’ bricks out the safe house (Safe)
And if your ass snitch, we gon’ turn your whip into steakhouse (Cook him!)

[Verse 1: K-LyricOne]
Yeah, thirty in the raincoat, four-five in the backpack (Brrt)
N***a talk slick, hit his jaw, make it snap back (Bow)
I ain’t gotta flex, bitch, my pockets talk real fat (Racks)
Heard you bought a chain, but that bitch came from Wish app (Fake ass)
Run in your spot, duct tape in thе tool bag (Yeah)
Fuck your lil' shooter, he a goofy, hе a news flash (Ha)
Run up on me wrong, get dropped where your shoes at (Boom)
Hit him in the spine, now he crawlin’ like a new cat (Pussy)
[Verse 2: Luh Tyler]
(Yeah, yeah) Uh, all my youngins masked up, ridin’ in a Stolo (Skrrt)
If I see a opp, better duck, that’s a solo (Brrt)
N***as all cap, they ain’t never let a pole blow (Cap)
Talkin’ ’bout beef, but you broke, that’s a no-go (Fuck outta here)
Bitch wanna cuff me ’cause I’m iced out, real froze (Ice)
I just want the top, I don’t care if she ten toes (Nah)
Keep that snake shit far from my lane, no photos (Slime)
And if you cross gang, that’s a tag on your torso (Boom, boom)

[Chorus: K-LyricOne]
Black hoodie, black Glock, bitch, I’m slidin’ with a hundred rounds (Brrt-brrt)
Talkin’ like you tough, now your family put you underground (Bow)
Fuck a opp block, turn that shit to a ghost town (Yeah)
Drum on the stick, sound like thunder when it go down (Graah, graah)
I don’t fuck with new n***as, loyalty over fake clout (Nah)
ATL slime shit, know exactly what I’m ’bout (Slatt)
If the trap slow, I’m still movin’ bricks out the safe house (Racks)
And if your ass snitch, we gon’ turn your whip into steakhouse (Cook him!)

[Outro: K-LyricOne & Luh Tyler]
(Yeah) Slide or stay broke (Broke)
Better get it out the mud, lil' hoe (Lil' hoe)
Skrrt, brrt (Bow, bow)
Yeah, yeah
Boom!