[Intro]

(All my shooters foreign)

[Verse]

I'm fifteen, you grown, what you hating on?

I'm outside on your block, what you waiting on?

OMG keep a beam and it's staying on

You ain't part of no team 'cause your players gone

And I want me a AP that's two-tone

Got a couple of fiends, call my trap phone

He wanna be me, so that's my clone

Get the hell out my seat, yeah, that's my throne

Getting real high, smoking exotic

She being too nice, she being hypnotic, but I can't lie she get me erotic

You dissing my brother, we getting demonic

Keep a big gun, I'm feeling robotic

Making big moves, I'm feeling iconic

He just a dad, now, ain't that ironic, how it took too fast, thеy something like Sonic

I cannot wait 'til l I catch you outside

Chop' to his lip, likе, he may kiss the bride

He didn't smash, we know that he lied

Hiding the pain, we know that he cried

Smoking on gas and I'm getting real fried

Saw him that morning, next minute, he died

It's getting dark and I'm ready to slide

I can't be beat, you already tried

You rushing too much, just give me a second

I'm dicking her down while I'm kissing her neck

Which one you want, the MAC or the TEC?

And I'm getting the bag and I'm chasing the check

Tryna play cards like, "Where is the deck?"

And I'm tryna play ball, let's go to the Rec

Got a white plug, that's it, what the heck?

And I got me some vultures and they love to peck, gang

[Outro]

Gang, yeah

Got me some vultures and they love to peck

Chasing the bag and I'm chasing the check

Ayy, OMG shit