[Intro]
Damn, done did it again (Uh-huh)
Hmm-mhm, we done did it again (Huh)
Hmm-mhm, who team did it again?
Huh, huh, huh
Ouu, he done did it again

[Chorus]
Fuck that shit you sayin', bitch, I got bands
Fuck the opps, that wasn't the plan
Know they mad as fuck that I got lit, suck it up, this shit ain't luck
Name a n***a that'll fuck with us, n***a, duck
These n***as gay, make a post 'bout me every day, I got somethin' that'll make 'em hush
Think I'm playin'? Send twin through that bitch again, made foenem shoot it up
Same n***a dissin', yeah they know me, just me and Glock 40, I was by my lonely
N***a, I ain't no bitch, hit his ass with that blick, gave the Glock back to my homie
Know how I get, tryna cap like I'm a bitch, well fuck boy gotta show me
Can't wait 'til I catch me a rap n***a lackin', I'ma turn his bitch ass to fried bologna

[Verse 1]
Huh, fuck boy, you smokin' what?
You fuck with who, n***a?
N***a diss alot, if we catch they ass in traffic, what you gon' do, n***a?
Got enough bullets in this gun to knock down twеnty-two n***as
Too many hopped out, seen that car, had to slang with Glock out the roof, n***a
Pray to God evеry night, I know two wrongs don't make a right
Take a loss, n***a grab your Glock, lil' boy gon' be alright
Why the fuck would a n***a play with me? Know I ain't got no mind
N***a worry 'bout me, when bronem on they ass, n***a go and slide
These n***as stuck in the trenches
Bitch, I'm on a money mission, n***a I don't hide
They wonder why I don't kick it, I'm fuckin' like all they bitches because I'm slime
Got my bitch, I don't got no time
Say, "Raq, how you doin'?", lil' bitch, I'm fine
Love fuckin' yo bitch, I be in that pussy deep, and I love the way she whine
Big ass VV's, yeah they shine
Fuck what you used to do, do it now
Ain't from the A, n***a, I was born and raised in the 'Raq, and I grew up on the nine
Do yo research, check yo file
They know these Ms gon' run the town
In the field, we runnin wild
Let me know what's up can't calm her down
Long live Lil Ru, had a big ass Glock with a switch on it
I don't give a fuck what you sayin', n***a fuck yo mans and all yo big homies
She wanna hold my bands, and drive my Scat, and take a flick on it
Watch a n***a fall for the bait, but this fish and rod ain't got no fish on it
Need a new tombstone, bro had pissed on it
Every n***a time comin'
You gotta rocket, I'm not runnin'
Don't put that Glock to work, n***a only use it for pictures, he not gunnin'
This shit forever, won't stop comin'
Signed for that lil' ass check, they not money
Hittin' yo bitch from the back, won't stop cummin'
I got the ball, he not fumblin'
Take his ass off for the free, blue hundred
[Bridge]
Phew
Phew
Phew

[Verse 2]
You can feel the breeze when I grab a n***a soul, huh
Since y'all wanna pick beef, I tell y'all, "All y'all n***as hoes"
Fuck-n***a tried to play, left a fuck-n***a gaspin' on the grove
And you might as well call me Houdini, this shit like magic, I'm switching clothes
N***a this street shit here ain't easy, n***a I'm mad, I miss the bros
Fuck that shit, lil' bitch, come see me, I can't stand a busy ho
When I fuck yo bitch, pull her braids to the back, I call this bitch my busy bone
Still gotta keep my glizzy though