[Chorus]
Keep that pistol tucked
I got enemies (What?)
And they lookin' for me (Lookin' for me)
I'd be lying if I said the hate didn't get to me
I won't let that bih in, she can't get to me
She can't get to me
Bitch, I get to it
Bitch, I ran up a bag and I ran through it

[Verse]
Got the method, n***a, I'm tryna show the fans how to do it
But n***a had his chance and he fuckin' blew it
N***as gave you them packs, you ain't know how to move it
N***as gave you the racks and you couldn't do it
If n***as give me the chance, ima blow off music
And y'all don't know me, so don't tell me that I ain't been through it
I ain't been through it, I ain't been through it
Peep up on his block, you know that I been through it

[Chorus]
Keep that pistol tucked
I got enemies (What?)
And they lookin' for me (Lookin' for me)
I'd be lying if I said the hate didn't get to me
I won't let that bih in, she can't get to me
She can't get to me
Bitch, I get to it
Bitch, I ran up a bag and I ran through it