[Lil Bizzy]

Uh, push up with sticks and we creep

He actin' cool on the ’Gram, 'bout to get hit with this heat (Pew, pew, pew

V told me, "Let up the seat", 'cause he tryna hop out the vibe, tryna kill shit on his feet (Ay) (Walk, walk, walk, walk)

Toney said, "Fuck all the peace", YSL be that guy, he be keepin’ like three hoes a piece (Fuck it)

He tryna pass 'em to me, but I told him to chill 'cause I'm just tryna

Bleedin' and shit, tried to run, now his forced got creases and shit (Skrt)

He dropped his gun, now he leavin' his blick

We push up, get it bumpin' like spеakers and shit (Yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah) (Uh)

Now, he not breathin' and shit (Uh)

Bullets done ripped his vitals (Yeah, yeah)

Momma want me in the house but I told her, "I’m out", tryna put up a rifle (Boom, boom, boom, skrt)

I hit that boy with that switch, shoot that boy like his granny, treat him like my child

I still hope lil’ Toney beat trial

Jerome put some up, told him, "It been awhile" (Ya dig?)

We checked that boy out his top, shoot that boy with that Glock, put his mom in denial (Uh)

Lil' bro ass can’t even come around, we gon' hawk that boy down for that talkin' on live (Get quiet)

Hey, nice to meet ya

Can you hop out of that car with that nina

I been done walked in yo' spot

Just Tootie, me, and chops, put yo’ hands in the air where I can see 'em (Boom)

I been done slapped on a rubber, ho know I ain't goin' for none', I ain't havin' a BM

He wan' be my opp, man, I hate to just be them

Got a present for the, I can't wait 'til I see them

Granny told me she be prayin' for me, told her. "Granny, nah, you should be prayin' for them"

It's a hundred degrees and we fannin' them

Got used to his bushes, I was layin' in them