Ha

He get hit, hit, uh

Wrist, got my wrist cut

He gon' get his bitch robbed

Posted with that big stuff


He gon' get his shit jugged

He gon' get his shit took

Like give me that

That's my style


Huh, ain't payin no price

He talkin' crazy, my n***as gon' slide

I got a popper on me, while he slide
Hang with a opposition, you gon' die

N***a, bitch, you get sprinkled like rice


My n***as juggin' finessing the price

They be like Jaydes, I got a new question

How you a trap n***a But you

Huh


Where's your bitch at

N***as talkin' get clapped

Pussy thinkin' big bad

We gon' kick his shit in back


Racks, he ain't gettin that

Pussy n***a stay mad
N***as know I'm fuckin' him

I don't need no name tag


You have no heart


Put him on that tik-tak

We gon' push his wig back

Why that n***a so mad

Tell that n***a get back


She wasn't there before

I'm in the trap and I'm throwin' up 4

Me and my n***as, we up on our score

I see a red light, bitch, I go

I get a racks, I need me some more

We get a fuck n***a down to the floor

We kick a fuck n***a straight out the door

Now n***a up he askin for more


Now n***a up, he talkin' to God

Thinkin' he 4, ain't part of the squad

That n***a twitching he checkin his vod


We tried to flick him inside of the spot

He wanna talk and I'm sendin' the drop

He wanna talk and he gonna get shot

I sent a hit and they thought I forgot

N***a, just wait till your ass get caught


I got a shooter to shoot your matta

I got a fuck n***a sent to Allah

I got a fuck n***a sent to the gug

I got up 40 inside the choppa


I'm gettin' bands up off of a laptop

Hollow inside of your head top

Talk on the net, it's a dead stop

Now it's a whole lot of red tops