[Intro]
(Ayy, Heavy, turn the beat up, though)
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
My shooter comin' home, he get a bag when he touch down (Ayy)
These n***as hatin', every time they see me, I be bust down (Wavy)
Reminiscin' back when your boy was broke, but bitch, I'm up now
And them hoes who used to ig' when I hollered tryna fuck now
Ain't got no new friends, any n***a with me, I grew up 'round (No)
When the heat turned up in the kitchen, Wavy stuck 'round
It ain't gon' do your ass no good tryna run, you better duck down (No)
My n***a T-Bay handle up with them sticks, he don't fuck 'round

[Verse]
I'm the man in the streets, I got a hundred guns (Ayy, ayy)
How you step off in the club? You got a hundred ones
These n***as talk like they be street, but sweet as honey buns (Fuckboy)
And when we meet, it's ass and feet, it ain't no one-on-one
Went and put my foot on your ass, instead, I'ma use the gun and a mag, I'm dumpin' 'em fast
Hop out the truck, happy that I got the up, then shots start bumpin' the glass (Grrah-bah-bah-bah)
I couldn't wait after school to fight, try me, we bumpin' in class (Grrah)
This Glock gon' kiss your ass good night when I rippin' your ass
Wavy, I get super fly, take your shot, it's do or die
Them hoes gon' pick and choose, so I don't care, it's either you or I (Wavy)
These n***as go to church and sit front row like they be spooked to die
It's always a real n***a, it don't never be a gook to die (long live J Black)
[Chorus]
My shooter comin' home, he get a bag when he touch down (Ayy)
These n***as hatin', every time they see me, I be bust down
Reminiscin' back when your boy was broke, but bitch, I'm up now
And them hoes who used to ig' when I hollered tryna fuck now
Ain't got no new friends, any n***a with me, I grew up 'round (No)
When the heat turned up in the kitchen, Wavy stuck 'round
It ain't gon' do your ass no good tryna run, you better duck down
My n***a T-Bay handle up with them sticks, he don't fuck 'round