Call up Curt, leggo’ cop the backend

Hit the Quarterback leave these young niggas scramblin’

I’m just tryna’ fuck i cannot be your boyfriend

Gotta’ dick on the stick that mean that clip extend

How you got racks and ain’t been to neiman?

F&N with a stock got niggas retreatin’

Ran it up once, now my niggas eatin’

Put dick in your bitch that lil bitch be screamin’

Sippin hi tec got a young nigga leanin’

Said he want smoke then my niggas we feenin’

.762 we goin’ leave that boy leakin’

Ran off on the plug you know we succeedin’

Big AR you know ima’ shoot

P90 long barrel it blow like a flute

He pop for the gram, we see em he mute

Up the stick in his face, I’m takin’ his loot

Fuck her one time, then she catch the boot

My niggas shootin’ shit like we hoop

Keep a stick you would think ima’ troop

AR with a drum ima’ hit the whole group

Balenciaga runners all on my feet

I fuck on that hoe then she catch a delete

That boy not a shooter he just wanna’ tweet

My shooters get paid, them niggas elite

Run up on me the choppa rip your meat

Stay in the field nigga, like a cleat

He try to hide, but them bullets gon’ seek

Rollin exotic I’m smoking unique