[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Fuck, fuck)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Swi-Swishrr beats)

[Verse]
Im gon' shoot' I got none to lose
Big ass clip, it's none to shoot
Fuck that boy, fuck his family too
We got racks taller than the roof
Just got off the phone with my pops
He said, "Ya' boy, couldn't fit in ya' shoes"
Real life, he really talkin' the truth
Turn on the mic', then I talk in the booth
Bitch, this Audi 2022
Bitch, better call up Betty Boop
I just got on the phone, I'm pluggin' Auto-Tune
Dick in her mouth, now she inaudible
Been the one, before I came out the fuckin' womb
Swish on thе 808s, they talkin' to 'em
Put a switch on the fadе aways, it's really shootin'
Gotta switch up the swag, 'cause everybody clonin'
Put a beam on the Glock, I call it, "Where you goin'?"
Issey Miyake, rock it with Rick Owen
I'm the top dog, bitches tryna get the boner
White shooter on the roster like Sabonis
He got dreads like some pasta, cook him if he on it
I ain't fuckin' with any n***as at the moment
I stay with my brothers, like it's Jonas
All y'all rap n***as jokes, it's really get to [drumming?]
Bitch off Perc'
Bitch off Percosets, she want perfect sex, she want work
Sippin' purple med', poppin' rubber bands, that's my work (Fah)
Okay, that's yo' mans, we gon' knock him down, yeah, for sure
Try play 'bout my bands, rap n***as be fans, got some nerve (Woo, woo)
Fuck n***a, mind my business
Had gang, play yo' new shit, heard crickets
We'll leave the whole scene, no witnesses
Top dog, bitch, y'all n***as some bitches
Blue hunnid, y'all n***as not crippin'
Ain't had shit, so the shit hit different
Went a hunnid on wrist, no kizzy
Red body, young n***a went Trippie
Ain't pick up the bitch phone, I'm busy (Ha)
Smokin' real dope, this ain't no stizzy
Hop in the Lamb', new car, went Bentley
Ain't no handout, got my own milli'
Moncler coat, I got a lil' chilly
Ain't no matter where I'm at, not trippin'
Bankroll, hunnid bands, love the whole fifty (Bankroll, hunnid bands, love the whole fifty)
Come on, bitch ass n***a, wan' tango
Put a n***a on the screen, Fandango
Try run up, n***a on payroll
I'm in the A, lil' bitch, like Clayco
[Living?], lil' ho, fuckin' her whole face off
Caught a body, ain't see shit, Ray Charles
I'm in the Scat pack, wish a n***a skrrt off
Racks to his head, we'll get a n***a payed off, gang (.55)
.55 bullet, gon' fade him (Yeah, yeah)
Lil' n***a try me one time, I bet I erase him
Two chop', bitch, like a razor
No Lil Baby, need two hundred for the occasion (Yeah, yeah)
Broke ass n***a can't walk in the stands, I'ma fuck his bitch, and leave some in her hair
Two shots, leave him the fuck over there
We give no fucks, already goin' to Hell
Pour a line, I'm tryna see the stars (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm with the gang, coolin' in the 'Vette (Yeah, yeah)
Tryna fuck? Ho meet me tomorrow (Woo, woo)
I got money on my mind, I can't go for shit (Woo)
Glock a bad bitch, this a bloody clip (No cap)
Let a n***a try me, then it's lit (Yeah, yeah)
Four by four, skrrtin' off the whip
I'm the shark, and all these n***as shrimp (Yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
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