[Intro]
Cut that off, shorty hold up he deadly
You shouldn't play wit' em like that
Playboy on this bitch, but he ain't playin' though

[Verse]
You present me to your momma like a bad person
Like you don't know a n***a hurtin' and all this shit ain't certain
Like you ain't know we out here surfin', n***as out to murk me
That's just a bitch, she ain't shit, I had to meet in person
Slow down YoungBoy, she might tell the business for the opps
The original Don Dada, who want problems with the ocks
I be the first to approach the door with that choppa once he knock
These n***as tryna take my spot these pussies run into that Glock
You can tell whoever that you want, I won't stop
They can't control mе, demons and reapers on mе
These n***as never fold me, we up and let it pop
Motherfuck your mammy, she don't concern with Lil Top
Yeah, I been out my top, yeah, thuggin' out the bottle
YoungBoy ain't got no mind, been like that since just a toddler
He work 'em wit' that choppa, from down the street we spot 'em
My brother throw them fours, I'm conversatin' wit' Li' Tyler
Hold on, soon as you left she did not go, I got her
I been droppin' bands and sharin' my soul, I'm a ryder
Choppas talkin' loud for who want holler
My youngins out here wylin', we all condone them problems
I just put a drum in another gun, admit the bitch know how to run
I'm tryna stretch another one, my brother he gon' step on some
Silent when the police come, n***a actin' like they wanted some
Pussy just come specific with that tension, we won't run from nothin'