[Intro]
Bitch Boy, Bitch boy
Got a hundred n***as, Stick Boy, Stick Boy
Get your punk ass Fliped Boy, Fliped Boy (little Bitch Boy, Bitch)

[Verse]
I ain't buy these camaros for no smoke
I buy these camaros for 12 (on god)
You know i'm selling reefer, n***a i rawdog my scale (21)
He jammed up, we gon' [?] that pussy so [?]
Call 'em down bad [?]
Gas station pumped twelve, gave his ass 12
I don't need no seatbelt, i'm a crash dummy (crash dummy)
My pockets get so friendly, i got mad money (on god)
Choppa turned him Usain Bolt and now his ass runnin' (straight up)
Oh you bad huh (21)
You think you a mad with that punk ass hand gun
Hella choppas 'round me, pussy we ready to [?] sum
Whole lotta strikers, i'm 21 gang, lil n***a I [?] sum
So many drums pulled up, lil n***a thought we was in a [?]
Smith and Wesson 762 (woo, woo)
Fox Five channel [?] (woo, woo)
All my n***as got blues clues (woo, woo)
Hit you in your head, watch it boom (woo, woo)
Mad 90 knock you out your shoеs (woo, woo)
N***a you a rapper not a goon (woo, woo)
I wish they would have caught him in thе booth (woo, woo)
Shoot him out his box and make him move (woo, woo)
Oh you want all the smoke huh
That what you said (21)
Shoot up all the folks huh, that pussy skank (pussy)
You the bitch, he outside him and his friends [?...]
Announce the smoke on Instagram, thats police shit
We with the whole block, but i hope he hit
I'm a real street n***a, you better watch your lips
[?] this rapping on my mother, i'm tryna top me sum shit
Choppas, Choppas, we shoot 'em with Choppas, Choppas
You better call the Coppers, Coppers
We pullin' up with Choppas, Choppas
No blueface I [?...]
He need a morgue, not a doctor, doctor
I heard they hit him with a Choppa, Choppa