[Intro]

(ok, let me hear your tag)

(ok is the hardest, I swear to god)

(W-We gon' be ok)

[Chorus]

I’m finna' jump in, shoot your head just like I'm Hitman

Yeah, and that lil’ boy, yeah, he got mad cus' he got licked

I pour that four up in my Sprite, huh, goes straight to my system

And that lil' boy, he got mad, huh, because I hit his bitch, man

Woah, woah, woah, you don't even know what I know, nah nah

Woah, woah, woah, yeah, finna' pour up a four, pour up, woah, woah, woah

[Verse]

Let's do a shopping spree, I get you new celine

Don't care-Don't care about your man hoe, that boy a fuckin’ bitch

Oh he was tryna snitch

Fo-Forty g, that’s on the ditch

CDG that's on my shirt

Balenci’ that's ain't no dirt

Bu-But I came out the dirt, yeah, I came from the mud

A-And my pockets, yeah, they fat like a fuckin chud

Shoot his head, look around, all you see is blood

(All you see is blood, all you see is blood)

[Chorus]

I'm finna’ jump in, shoot your head just like I'm Hitman (ok is the hardest, I swear to god)

Yeah, and that lil' boy, yeah, he got mad cus' he got licked (W-We gon' be ok)

I pour that four up in my Sprite, huh, goes straight to my system

And that lil' boy, he got mad, huh, because I hit his bitch, man

Woah, woah, woah, you don't even know what I know, nah nah

Woah, woah, woah, yeah, finna' pour up a four, pour up, woah, woah