[Intro]

Shoutout to that boy Ceg, he produced that

2 Solid shit

Livin' like Twin

[Chorus, 2SDxrt3all]

Bullets comin' hot and ready, ready to light shit on fire

Every time I see my opps they know to stop, drop, and roll

In the field, still in the court

Tell my bros set up a pick and roll

Young nigga love to shoot that stick

Call him Trae Young, he love to hawk shit down

Nigga OD green, I took his fye but he still come around

Hold on Dxrt chill, calm down, you gettin' outta control

Had to switch my bitch, god damn, she can't play her role

[Verse]

I got 30 in my Glock, I'm tryna make this bitch quake

Set up all my opps, huh

Without a blind date, well sell all the grams, huh

Don't forget the shade, my opps get high and wanna crash out

That sound like 9/11

I got 2 sticks, built like the two twin towers

My bitch a 10 but bang the 5

I keep glizzy, brrt, bow

Don't be surprised

My Glock my baby, why? 'Cuz it's a gen 5

[Chorus]

Bullets comin' hot and ready, ready to light shit on fire

Every time I see my opps they know to stop, drop, and roll

In the field, still in the court

Tell my bros set up a pick and roll

Young nigga love to shoot that stick

Call him Trae Young, he love to hawk shit down

Nigga OD green, I took his fye but he still come around

Hold on Dxrt chill, calm down, you gettin' outta control

Had to switch my bitch, god damn, she can't play her role

[Verse, Lil Birdie]

Yeah, huh, yeah, huh

I told Dxrt3all pay that stick, fell in love with .556

Free lil' bro [?] walkin' em down with the switch

[?] lil' Birdie boy don't play, been steppin' on shit since like '06

Tote that hammer, I shoot shit like Julius Randle with that [?]

Go grab that [?] we slide, we know all them oppers dyin'

Carti bussin', watch it shine, pussy [?] don' lost his mind

Pussy rich, I up the [?] know that glizzy gen 5

Makin' disses but still ain't spinnin', that lil' pussy scared to die

Rollin' opps, said Rolling Loud, we smoke dead opps out the pound

Know I tried to stop from spinnin', but I like how that choppa sound

Hear that glizzy, fuck around caught him slippin', walk down Glock him out

This shit get wicked, hell nah, shit get trilly [?] I knock 'em down

[Chorus]

Bullets comin' hot and ready, ready to light shit on fire

Every time I see my opps they know to stop, drop, and roll

In the field, still in the court

Tell my bros set up a pick and roll

Young nigga love to shoot that stick

Call him Trae Young, he love to hawk shit down

Nigga OD green, I took his fye but he still come around

Hold on Dxrt chill, calm down, you gettin' outta control

Had to switch my bitch, god damn, she can't play her role

[Outro]

I'm tryna make this bitch quake

Without a blind date, huh

Don't forget the shade

That sound like 9/11