[Intro]

Huh, yeah

Y'all know what the fuck goin' on

I made this bitch too, you know?

Alright

[Verse]

First off, nigga, Fxce made the beat

I'm in a BP with Tay B, a Drac' won't do a thing

Breakin' all the seals up on my pape', so I can make a sleeve

The reason why you can't find your lil' baby 'cause she out with me

Everybody can't go, bro, you might lose some friends

Broke my arm but I still ain't fuck up my sh— bitch

Broke my arm and crashed the Lamb', still ain't fuck up my shootin' hand

We don't allow no threats, you say that shit, you might as well do it then

Only thing that's gettin' dropped is a pop

Bought a hoop and trampoline for all the kids that's on the block, yop

Fuck the prosecutor, bro, I understand that's your job

Tryna fry me for a Glock 'cause it was a stick and it had one up top, tuh

And we ain't gon' talk about the other shit

How you say you love me and you don't even know my government?

Bullets shoot so hot, you can't even stop it with no oven mitt

Fuck a XXL Break, I need the cover, bitch

Salute to gang and 'nem, though, y'all deserve that

If I miss my shot, I'm like G Herbo, I'ma swerve back

Thirty inches all the way to her back, my lil' bitch bad

Beatin' it from the back until she cry, now she on my ass

Pull up in a CT5, that bitch pootin' shit

I get a hundred percent rights 'cause I produced this bitch, huh

Call up BabyChief, we gotta do some shit

Dog like baby teeth because his ass be movin' loose and shit, huh

Man, y'all niggas better tighten up

If you don't wanna lose your bitch, better tie her up

Touch this, now he in a 'Wood, bro-bro, fire up

They like, "Fxce, you the hardest out, you just don't drop enough"

They like, "I miss when you was independent"

I'ma drop some more for y'all, just give me a minute

Matter fact, I'm droppin' some tomorrow, go make sure that you listen

Fishbowl, they catch you with no tint, them niggas goin' fishin', huh

Pull up with them poles, but not no open-face

Almost popped him, he was just tryna ask, "How much an open, Fxce?"

Huh, don't post me with that button, I got a open case

The reason it's with an X 'cause I had more strikes than a bowling game

If you know, you know, but if you don't, that's better

Whip black, stick black, Ricks black, they all leather

And you can't forget my bitches, they all pressure

I'm on the South right now, I told 'em, "Come meet me at Chesters," huh

I'm feelin' good, better ten, I hit that seven

Give his ass the belt, don't expect no hand if he don't learn his lesson

She tryna do that to me, bitch, you better impress me

Get off on me, we gettin' over back, bro, this shit like checkers