[Intro]

(Yoyo the producer)

[Verse 1: Situation Slim]

Yeah, take a trip to the mall, we copping today

Yeah, and I brought a ten out the kitty, could spend it all shopping today

I had the block list on these bitches

I hate when these bitches be watching my page

If you ain't gonna be when I need you to do what I want you then bitch, get the fuck out my way

They say I'm acting different 'cause I done got me some clout and I took off with this rap

But now I need to talk to the family everyday

Two bitches tryna selling and reeling the racks

People want pictures and music with mе 'cause they're feeling likе I be the realest in rap

And I work so I'm sore, get money, I want some more

I feel that shit in my core

Go ask the opp, I'm not really considered a rapper 'cause I'm really swinging my door

I ain't even keep fucking with this bitch, this bitch gon' throw me one, yeah

This bitch wants sex, I'm tryna get her on board with this plan

I'm tryna run down this shit 'bout our mans

This shit go right, we can get out the jam, yeah

And it's getting us right

Bro got the wheel, I trust him with my life

Taking them risks is gonna cost us a price

They send me a diss, it's gonna cost him tonight

Send me a diss, I'ma come through with Mike

Blow up their block like I sent them a strike

They the new bitches, all they do is type

We put that shit on lil' bro at the light

Say we don't spin, we'll go through tonight

The rip not clear 'til we go through it twice

They got me dragging my nuts with this bike

They got me dragging tryna take me a life

Nigga let's go, uh

[Verse 2: AC640]

They got me dragging, you know I'ma catch me a B

I'ma stay solid through this shit, ain't no way I'ma go out like Steve

Nigga, I'm ready to fuck up a block

Young nigga, just bring me a car with a key

You know you can't shoot from the 3, you gotta get up close

That's really how you put holes in them tees

That's how you put that shit down

I'm a man this shit, put my foot on the ground

I'ma creep in the shit, I done caught me a nigga with his pants down

I ain't showing no mercy, I'm cracking your ass, so shut the fuck up and put your hands down

And shut the fuck up and just get in that car and go crack you a nigga, you a man now, mhm

And this shit real easy, go fuck up a street, two blocks, one car, that's me

I could teach how to spin, I could teach how to spin

This shit on repeat when you bending with me

This shit on repeat when we bend by the store

I done seen two niggas on the floor

I done seen two niggas really drop to the ground, if I had more shots I'da drop three more

You really seen your brother get cracked, I know that shit hurt to the core

And nigga we jumping out Vs, I ain't shooting from the three

I'm working this bitch 'til my arm get sore

And I'm working this bitch 'til my arm get tired

Go fishing, them niggas be hiding

Stop sending them dissing and lying

Your ass getting cracked, it's just of a matter of time

Stop flashing that watch, nigga I'll punch in the clock and make that shit mine

I jumped out that car, his ass tried to run from that Drac' and got hit from behind

You know that I do what I do, I jump out them cars, I don't care who I shoot

I know Slim watching my back, he tall as shit, blowing that Drac' like a flute

I don't care 'bout them bitches, nigga, I'm chasing this paper, I don't care if that lil' bitch cute

I want my bitch to trick shit, she play things cool, she getting shit cracked and she throwing them oops