[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah)
Hold on, alright bet
Yeah
If I spin right now, he won't-, alright, fasho
(N***a ain't really fuckin' with me, gang)

[Verse]
If I spin right now, he won't live long
And my gang still trap off the flip phone
This ho' ain't eatin' dick, tell her, "Get on"
I'm throwin' straight blue strips, out the redbone
This ho' got Slump6', on the ringtone
Ain't gotta rap beef, n***a, I been on
Boy, you ain't the real thing, you a spin-off
This shit on me, Glocked up, you get shit on
Boy, you flexin' that money I shit out (On God)
N***a pick yo' ass up, the n***a gotta sit out
I'm shootin' n***as, call that shit a steak-out
My young n***a, he cookin' shit just like a Steak-house
I'm in L.A., chillin' at a lake-house
Back-to-back choppa's, now y'all n***as bang-out
Get a drop, we shootin' at his hangout
I'm tryna fuck this ho', and knock her frame out
Switch up on the Glock, he gettin' sprayed up
Four ho's in this whip, takin' me down
Beam on the Glock, it gotta chase a round
I'ma shoot at the bouncers, tryna shake me down
I was seen in my bag, I'm bringin' Che 'round
Hit that ho' wit' a "Hrrtt", that n***a took a opp
Double cup wit' some money, like the dirty sock
Pass the Glock to my muddy, got him runnin' routes
Bring yo' ho', think she SexyyRed, she talkin' 'bout, "Slut me out"
Want yo' bestfriend, either one of y'all
In my left hand, got a hundred-round
Fuck that test man, I'm a drop-out
Don't fuck wit' yes man, that's a cop-out
I put her S-Class, bitch, then I hop out
Bitch I went back, I like a top [?]
Ho' give the best neck, now she get cut quick
Bitch, It's that game, look who you fuck wit'
"They said you shoot at n***as, and dumb bitches"
N***as turn rat, can't keep it a buck wit' me
You ain't caught no M's, bitch, you can't fuck wit' me
Ho' got no self [?], all she know suck dick
He said, "It's up", 'kay, bitch then it's up wit' me
Tryna run off with the swag, put a fast one
Catch a opp down bad, turn to a blunt, n***a
On bro, I peep shit on the net, for all you fuck n***as
He got beat, and went to the stu' to write a song
But this white ho' said she like to see the dome, n***a
Beam on the Glock, it sound like Donkey Kong, n***a
I'm in L.A, we shootin' shit just like LeBron, n***a
Yeah, he ain't tryna get into it
Beam on the Glock, throwin' bullets, Cam knew it
Walk inside the store, I'm hoopin'
On the stage wit' my stick, like it's Bamboo
.762 through his [?]
I can't, cuff a gnat, 'cause she ran through
Insane, how n***as lose it
All I do is take dubs, bitch, I can't lose
Bullets flyin', they go through 'em
All my n***as really trained, bitch, they on queue
[?], movin' stupid
Got a K, big stick, like we playin' pool
Pass to bro, we alley-oop
I'll hit his ship, and let it sink, n***a, Tom Cruise
This ho' eat me up like sushi
N***a ain't even talkin' hundreds, man, that shit blew me