[Intro]

(W-w-where's the ATM at?)

Grrah

Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah

Rrah (Chubby goin' crazy, fool)

Like, grrah, like, grrah (CallupTay, he back on it)

Grrah, grrah, grrah

[Chorus]

I go Chris Brown with this chop, ain't no guidance, nigga (Rrah, rrah, grrah, grrah)

Ain't no peace with none of my opps, only violence, nigga

She be treeshin' on my block but you her rider, nigga (Rrah)

She on Court', she get a drop so we gon' slide on niggas (Grrah, rrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)

[Verse 1]

Whiteboi pullin' up, comin' through with the Glock on the clutch

Couple of clips, already tucked (Rrah)

We outside, we lookin' for what?

Ca-call 09, he up it and squeeze

Bullet holes be the size of ya knees (Rrah, rrah)

GDK, what? Get hit by his sleeze (Rrah)

Gangbangin' (Boom, boom), gotta keep it a G (Boom, boom)

I got a bowl to pay

Come this way, you'll get a sneak peek

Here's a PSA

Call up PFA, like, wait

Sha EK, who is you?

If I knew what was up, would've bent on y'all

I play a dollar van nigga, who not from the hood

To drive and go spin on y'all

Seen Dotty got beat with a gun, isn't it fun?

If it was me it would be with a drum

Lookin' for jewels, but that boy a bum

Smokin' mad opps, too many packs, all in my lungs (Grrah, grrah)

We got mad chops, too-too many straps, call 911 (Ah)

[Chorus]

I go Chris Brown with this chop, ain't no guidance, nigga

Ain't no peace with none of my opps, only violence, nigga (Grrah, grrah)

She be treeshin' on my block but you her rider, nigga (She a treesh)

She on Court', she get a drop so we gon' slide on niggas (Grrah, grrah)

[Verse 2]

Had to cut ties with niggas

You'd be surprised with niggas

Look at the lies in niggas, nah

Look at the lobs in niggas (Look at the lobs)

Beef is sendin' a baddie, then have 'em knocked out the telly

Gang is tellin' ya dawg about it, he already knew and he movin' already

Aw, man, you don't know

I go off for all my bros

They know the vibes, you know my mode

If you see me, I know that code

I need ice in all my gold

I got fam' and I got goals

Don't let me find out niggas is snitchin'

Now I gotta pull up to means with switches

I press niggas 'bout it, all I hear is crickets

I really be low, I want nothin' but bitches

The more that they hate, the more lady I get

I throw up the Rakes and I really would step

I found that we broke, I was really upset

So we went and got it, just get it correct

I found that we broke, I was really upset

So we went and got it, just get it correct

[Chorus]

I go Chris Brown with this chop, ain't no guidance, nigga (Grrah)

Ain't no peace with none of my opps, only violence, nigga (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

She be treeshin' on my block but you her rider, nigga

She on Court', she get a drop so we gon' slide on niggas (Boom, boom)