[Intro]
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
(Yeah, I-)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
(I- I love you)
Uh, uh

[Verse]
It’s a whole lotta n***as tryna get me gone
We did a drill in the dark, n***a, turn the fucking high beams on (Ah, ah)
I up the G2 right at his mans, he died, he cannot respawn (Ah, ah, he’s gone)
Gone, he’s gone, yeah, he’s gone (Yeah)
Bitch, I’m a gentlemen, dress real proper
They tryna sign me, give me a offer
Eyes on that paper, like a test proctor
Up and then blast, he need a doctor
He sent his bitch to run down, and I popped her
That bitch a groupie, infamous topper
I’m in the cut, with my feet up, need lobster
I fuck, then I dip, tell that bitch, I’m like foster
I don’t carry cash, lil' bitch, I got a black card
I got a bazooka, we blow up his fast car
Shot at his brother, cause he tried to act hard
Scope on that bag, lil' bitch, yeah it’s Telfar
7.62s in the chamber, they go far
Step up in my lab, bitch, I’m blasting like Sonar
Stealing the game swag, lil' bitch, we own ours
Waka Flocka in the paint, bitch, I go hard
I’m touching down, asking, “Where the clothes are?"
You touching down, asking, “Where the hoes are?"
Calling yo troops, bitch, I’m calling Omar
Bitch I’m with the wolf gang, like I’m Mozart, haha
Off a Perc' 10, body on fire
He fit? (We cutting his wire)
She said she need me, it’s dire, huh
That n***a face in the flyer, huh
My bitch say I’m a liar, huh
Can’t rap on this beat, bitch, I’m tired, yeah