[Intro]
(Pluto got it knockin', n***a)

[Verse]
Lil' bro got the stick, I told him, "Chill out"
N***a got the kit, it's a shootout
Yeah, lil' Kon, he off that gas, that shit too loud
Bitch, I'm in the H, I'm kickin' shit in the south, n***a
And I got that K, hit your bitch in her mouth, n***a
Better hope you ain't with your kids, tell 'em, "Get down," n***a
Autumar got that K, shit hold a hunnid rounds, n***a
And you know we poppin' out every time we in your town, n***a
I been out in the H, I flew back to LA
Jozizzy pulled up on me and he in a Wraith
Ayy, I got racks, lil' ho, that shit no debate
Got a baby Glock and a modded K
Ayy, got a baby Glock with a modded Drac'
N***a when we score some Wock', it's a holiday
Yeah lil' n***a try your luck, yeah, you could die today
And them bullets light him up just like a fireplace
And my n***a sip Hi-Tech, he got a modded MAC
And lil' bro ran through the front door, shot him in his back
In LA with lil' Subi, you know he keep them racks
Ayy, white ho keep that Glock in her Chanel bag