[Verse 1]

Styrofoam cup filled with ice, I’ma pour up

I’ma sip drank till I throw up

Say that we pussy, don’t know us

Come to the block gotta show us

These niggas really lil boys

Really ain’t making no noise

Spin through his block with a torch

Walk his ass down in some 4’s

[Chorus]

Walk his ass down in designer

Bend his ass up, fold em up, like a motherfuckin binder

Rip his ass up like a grinder

He try to run, bullets come right behind him

He say he gon slide but ain’t slid and he know where to find me

Ride through the hood in top down I ain’t hiding

Shot him, killed his team no ain’t running to revive him

Ain’t worry bout killing us, you know I’m bout violence

[Verse 2]

If he speak on my name, know I gotta gеt wicked

No schooling, no clapping, we come and dismiss еm

Ever slide on a [?] it gon hit em

Nigga talkin that pillow, don’t really be killin

These niggas loose screws and they think I won’t drill em

I’ma let off that clip when I get in that [?]

If I hit em with 4 that’s a guarantee spill

Walkdown, give em some more, just depend how I’m feeling

Please don’t speak on my name I give daily blood baths

Free my bros out the cage, Free B-Wayne and Lil Ash

I can’t go back to jail, I see twelve and I’m dashin

They don’t hit me with questions they know not to ask me

They like “Damn he skrrted off, call back up he just passed us”

I’m a felon that’s thuggin, they gon try to blast me

If I’m feeling down, we comin up out that [?]

Try some, give it up, don’t get left in the past

You a hoe not a gangster, just let me remind you

Hit him up, light him back, like the seat we reclinin

Put the dick on the Glock and I ain’t fuck vagina

Homeboys turned to snakes but I knew they was grimy

Already know where he stay so we ain’t gotta find him

Put the beam through the window, you see it, it’s shining

I’ma aim for his face, hit his eye, try to blind him

Heart cold as the fuck hit the room, change the climate

[Chorus]

Walk his ass down in designer

Bend his ass up, fold em up, like a motherfuckin binder

Rip his ass up like a grinder

He try to run, bullets come right behind him

He say he gon slide but ain’t slid and he know where to find me

Ride through the hood in top down I ain’t hiding

Shot him, killed his team no ain’t running to revive him

Ain’t worry bout killing us, you know I’m bout violence

Walk his ass down in designer

Bend his ass up, fold em up, like a motherfuckin binder

Rip his ass up like a grinder

He try to run, bullets come right behind him

He say he gon slide but ain’t slid and he know where to find me

Ride through the hood in top down I ain’t hiding

Shot him, killed his team no ain’t running to revive him

Ain’t worry bout killing us, you know I’m bout violence