[Intro: FBG Young]
Wanna, wanna
Know you really wanna (Wanna)
Know you really, don't ya? (Don't ya?)
Gang
You wanna, wanna
I know you really wanna (I know you really wanna)
You wanna kill me, don't ya? (I know you do)

[Chorus: FBG Young]
Wanna, wanna, you wanna kill me, don't ya?
Hatin' that I got it, tryna put them n***as on me
I know you see me, don't ya? You wanna be me, don't ya?
These n***as mid smoke, they don't really want it
Wanna, wanna, you wanna kill me, don't ya?
Hatin' that I got it (Uh-huh), tryna put them n***as on me (Let's get it)
Put them pigs on me (Boss Young), put them hitters on me
You want it? You wanna? I know you really wanna

[Verse 1: FBG Young]
Pull up stuntin', I ain't mean to take the show (I did)
Yes, I'm Mr. Check a Bag, but baby, call me CEO (Gang)
Neck woah, ear glow
[?] like some steel show (Damn)
Don't confuse with me no 'nother n***a
Baby, he's broke (Hе's broke)
And you wanna, I can tell by ya n***as' faces (Hе mad)
You plottin' while we poppin' thirties and aces
Pockets gettin' that white faces so how I'm racist? (How?)
I look like money, but loud be my fragrance
You wanna, you wanna, you wanna be me, don't ya? (Don't do it)
Inside: Doughboy, outside: Willy Wonka (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I'm ridin' with my bumper, chiefin' marijuana (Dope)
I'm finna pull up on the connect in a stolen Hummer (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
[Chorus: FBG Young & FBG Duck]
Wanna, wanna, you wanna kill me, don't ya?
Hatin' that I got it, tryna put them n***as on me
I know you see me, don't ya? You wanna be me, don't ya?
These n***as mid smoke, they don't really want it
Wanna, wanna, you wanna kill me, don't ya?
Hatin' that I got it, tryna put them n***as on me (FBG shit)
Put them pigs on me, put them hitters on me (FBG, bitch)
You want it? You wanna? I know you really wanna (Turn up)

[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
I can see you wanna kill me, don't ya?
I'm about to kill this shit and put it in the dumpster
I would like to thank my grandmother and my mama
Because I 'came a boss without my motherfuckin' father (Turn up)
They thinkin' they know some' 'bout me (No)
But they don't know nothin' (No)
My n***as, they don't play 'bout me (Bah)
You do not want these problems (No)
Shout out to the ones that doubt me (Turn up)
Because they made me wanna (Skrrt)
Go buy me a four for the summer (Yoom)
Continue gettin' this money (Money)
She wanna, I know she wanna have sex with me (Woo)
She on me, I keep it extra G, just bein' honest (Gang)
I wanna smoke marijuana with Obama (Dope, let's get it)
I wonder how they gon' look when I pull up in that foreign (Skrrt)
[Chorus: FBG Young]
Wanna, wanna, you wanna kill me, don't ya?
Hatin' that I got it, tryna put them n***as on me
I know you see me, don't ya? You wanna be me, don't ya?
These n***as mid smoke, they don't really want it
Wanna, wanna, you wanna kill me, don't ya?
Hatin' that I got it, tryna put them n***as on me
Put them pigs on me, put them hitters on me
You want it? You wanna? I know you really wanna