[Intro]
(tyranno)

[Verse]
Ayy, and I'm up as shit
Put a bag on that boy head, now he dead as shit
Ayy, been callin' the plays, lil' n***a yeah, we blitz shit
Ayy, I'm in the H, n***a, ridin' round with that shit
Ayy, lil' ho, get out my face if you ain't suckin' dick
Yeah, like John Madden
AMG is matte black, n***a, black as shit and it's automatic
With the all black tints on it, n***a, so you can't see in
I ran it up, yeah, they mad at me
I ran my money up, n***a, so casually
She suckin' dick in the backseat
Sippin' drank out the pharmacy, n***a can't tax me (Ha, yeah)
'Cause I get high as shit (Ha)
I run my money up high than a bitch
I might go fuck on her friend, ayy
N***a this shit just music, broke ass n***a, don't call me your twin (Ha)
Free Will out of that jam, yeah, he shootin' shit, he'll do it again (Yeah)
Rino just made ten racks, n***a, so you know I'm finna go shoppin' with twin (Ha)
We been at the top for a while, n***as like, "How they keep on winnin'?" (Ayy)
K get to blowin' just like some wind like we up in New York City (Ha)
Ayy, boy you a ho, n***a, and I'm up in your city (Ha)
[Outro]
Lame ass n***a, bitch ass n***a, man