[Intro]
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ay, watch out, ay, watch, ay watch out
I got−
I got Lil' Goxan in this motherfucker
Kade
Fuck, fuck

[Verse]
Whip gon’ swing put yo' shit−
Whip gon' swing put yo’ shit back in park
Lil' twin take it through the shortcut, he smart
N***a ass a lame, he don't fuck with my art
Pull up on them fast, swing the stick out the car
I'm just surviving, I don't got no heart
You can't survive when you pop out that Dart
Shoot yo' ass down, better not come to this park
Drink inside me, it ain't in yo’ heart
I can’t smoke weed, ain't got no [?]
N***a, walk down, made him shoot from the far
She keep on lying to me, she got no heart
Racks put the blick in my hand when I thumb through
N***a keep beating on the D, I told him "Come do it"
That Za’ was no Za', that shit was a flunky
N***a tryna follow behind Shrek, they Donkeh
I took that pack by myself, it was lonely
N***a have depression on the app, that's phone beef
Fine shit keep scratchin' my dick, she got long teeth
12 think they got the hot stick, it ain’t on me
Lil' twin know how to work the big stick, he ain't scrawny
These hoe' choosing, I can't get them off me
Took two racks and then left, think they lost me
I don't play about my backends, you don't know what these cost
I been tapped in, he down on fuck, tryna cross me
Spend too much racks on the drip, this shit cost me
12 pushed up, I had zip, I just tossed it
Walked up got the clip, the twin lost it
I'on even watch I drip, I just sauce it
Had the backend ready, I get aggravated
Fucked up my munyun, now I'm calculating
I got up, now lil' twin unmotivated
Keep the lil' hanger, I don't what you on
Come to yo' house when I know you alone
Put out some fine shit, she talkin' 'bout I'm wrong
N***a think I dropped lo', fuckboy I'm gone
Snatchin' in a slider, now I'm heading home
Striker whip, I got them guns and them phones
Talk 'bout I ain't drip, N***a, know I put it on
Front me that keypin, you know I get it on
I'm at the [?], I ain't alone
Come down the alley, this shit wrong turn
You reallly psyched out, you fuck with them backends
Come to my hood you see sticks and MAC-10s
I ain't pourin' 4 with that whip, I backend
I ain't been saving for shit, I can't tens
Tryna short grams in my zip, that was back them
There's always a fine ass group with a fat friend
I can't caught in that loop, I ain't lackin'
You better not go to sleep around me, you get Smacked Cammed
I spin the fye wit one hand, it be accurate
Gettin' yo' Za', put yo' Za' in a packet
[Outro]
Fuck, fuck