[Intro: B Will]
I know n***as ain't down but keep me posted
My bitch fuck n***as on all my joces
Both my n***as dead they got me frozen
Yo paperwork bad yo cases open
Them people be outside I think they scopin
And I think you stupid like them hoes
A groupie like them hoes (groupie ass bitch)
You foolish like them hoes (stupid n***a)
You know them hoes stole I ain't paid for no clothes
I got jiggas in the city and them lil bitches roll
I'll shoot you in yo brows

[Verse 1: B Will]
On my spirit and my soul
Fuck yo dreads and yo gold, fuck yo dreams and yo goals
Put some holes in his clothes
Since he talkin through his mutha fuckin nose
Sho me down on them joes
My partners from this dusty dusty roads
I fucked a lil dusty with some golds (yea)
22 years old and she chose, we got money cuz its slowed
The migos know we'll handle the whole load
Finessed you out them bows
Im successin all my hoes
My bitch smelled my dick she sniff my clothes
Im with my n***a Hatch he throwin 4's
Ask my n***a Shaw them Jiggas roll
Them punds of Gelato getting sold
Im way too fuckin hot to scrape the bowl
I'm the one that poppin X and havin sex and standin ova stoves
Y'all smoking reggie and half y'all sharin clothes
Im from Queensborough she from the Grove
Im off some henn im in my mode
[Hook: B Will]
Them hoes gone choose a n***a
I'll fuck em all I ain't no choosey n***a
I'll bat a ball and act a dog before they shoot a n***a (with the tooley n***a)
I'm outchea bad look here I'm bob the builder
I got the muscle I'm no body builder
Drop a n***a
With this AR I can stop a n***a
I lost love for a lot of n***as
How you rockin n***a?
With them goons and them goblins n***a
Boo a problem, I'm a problem n***a

[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
Ghosts' in the attack. Drama. Darkness
Bitch, I will knock you off for all that talkin
Bitch, I'm the crazy ass, I do the stalkin
Bitchass, do you some bad 'shitchea
You got golds, my hoes got golds
Oh you rap? I know buku pussy n***as that rap, you want some dap?
I don't shoot the parking lot I shoot the victim up
My beef don't make it that long like Pac in Hit 'em up
N***a you mad? He in his feelins picked up his bitch phone and n***a saw my dick head
He might leak my dick head (hahahahaha)
These n***as pussy! Discussin n***as like some bitches, you need a pussy
Ion run from beef n***a I run over it with a matte truck
Put you on a time clock, write you in my black book
[Hook: B Will]
I'll fuck em all I ain't no choosey n***a
I'll bat a ball and act a dog before they shoot a n***a (with the tooley n***a)
I'm outchea bad look here I'm bob the builder I got the muscle I'm no body builder
Drop a n***a
With this AR I can stop a n***a
I lost love for a lot of n***as
How you rockin n***a?
With them goons and them goblins n***a
Boo a problem, I'm a problem n***a