[Intro]
(Are you in the Mafia?)
Bitch, I'm boofin on this pressure, ayy, and you n***as be so extra
Bitch, I'm boofin on this pressure, ayy, and you n***as be so extra—
Bitch, I'm boofin on this pressure, ayy, and you n***as be so extra—
Pew, pew (Pew)

[Verse]
Trap jumpin' when that pack touch down
Expectin' shit from me, 'cause I'm up now
Finna tune these n***as out when I smoke this loud
If I cop I ain't buyin' no eight, I'mma buy an oz
Pack touch down and the trap bounce
I ain't cuffin' no bitch, fuck and then I fuckin' bounce
Make my way back to the trap house
Boofin' on this wood fuck a black and mild
Spin back with that five, bitch, who lackin' now?
If my brother in a jam, I'mma back it up
Bitch, you gettin' packed up
Bitch, I'm boofin on this pressure, ayy, and you n***as be so extra
I said fuck a tеacher and her lecturе
N***as hatin' on me, so I keep a vest, yuh
My lil' n***as pop out and finesse, yuh
Yo' lil' n***as pop out and pressed, yeah
Pockets fat like DJ Khaled, we the best ya
We gon' stick that n***a up, we gon' stress 'em
[Outro]
Pew, pew (Pew, pew)
Bitch, I'm boofin on this pressure, ayy, and you n***as be so extra