[Intro]

This is not a fire drill

This is not a fire drill, yeah, this the real thing

Gang-gang, yeah (Gang-gang)

This is not a fire drill, yeah, this the real thing

[Verse 1]

This is not a fire drill, yeah, this the real thing

They like, "Swift a rapper" but I'll bet I make this jit sing

I feel like I'm Jordan, I'm the GOAT, yeah, I got six rings

On the block with bumblebees, yeah, you might just get six stings

Sippin' Wock, I'm laggin' on these folks, I got so many ping

He scared to catch a body, saw it pop but watched his face cringe

Sippin' Hello Kitty, look inside my cup, it's all pink

Broke her heart 'cause I won't be her mans, I made that chick drid

Countin' Bennys, not no Abrahams, she like, "When we linkin'?"

My flow so sick, that's the reason I'm probably still drinkin'

My custies old and white, I'm serving yellow, servin' Abe Simpson

I don't rock Dior or Louboutins but swear I'm still Christian

They like, "'ko, I'm Prada you", I feel like the devil

They like, "'ko, they follow you", I'm on a whole level

The way I rock out with that stick, I'm totin' heavy metal

He cracked the seal, he gave me cash, I guess the deal is settled

I done seen my dawgs fail so much times, I had to face palm

Shawty's skin so chocolate, and she sweet, I ain't even taste her

Only focused on the money, seen that girl. ain't chase her

She said that I'm swag, I'm Sexy With A bit of Gangsta

I got class but I don't study

Make dead friends but got no buddies

My dawgs'll slime you out, they'll swipe your nose as if your nose was runny

Forget the girls, yeah, I need money

My fit stay clean, my cup is muddy

They comment on my swag but when I see them, yeah, they all look bummy

[Hook]

This is not a fire drill, yeah, this the real thing

Better know that, yeah

This is not a fire drill, yeah, this the real thing

[Verse 2]

The only thing that's dirty is my cup, my fit stay clean

Hella nonchalant, yeah, I copped this flow from Veeze

I'll throw up my set, shoutout my members, that's the team

My big brother's Jet but shoutout Randy, that's the sleeze

She claim that she a 4, we all know that she be riding

When it rains, it pours, don't be ducking, don't be hiding

I'm really a soft kid, I'on like being violent

B.B. with the Raf, yeah, I'm always rocking Simons

When I'm with the members, you can bet that we too turnt

I'll teach y'all the work, got me feelin' like a tutor

We don't need a V, spin the block in all scooters

Kello got the Glocks, the FNs, and he got the Rugers

They be sleepin' on lil' F-L-double K-O, yeah, they be laying on him

I ain't never hate before, the dawg so broke, I'm praying for him

Walk up and spray beet juice, you know that we staining on 'em

It's M-A-F-I-A and 6400, yeah, we banging on 'em

This all off the dome, don't need no book, this all off off-the-mental

I'll put all my pain inside my music, cry on instrumentals

He claim that he a junkie, poppin' pills, he prolly poppin' Mentos

We don't need no leases for all our Vs, we gon' ride the rentals

We got hella range, yeah, we ridin' in that Rover

She ain't need to jump in but then she snitched?

Who done told her?

I was born in February so they know I'm colder

Countin' up this paper layin' around, need a folder

You know it's 4.20, I'm too geeked, roll the 'Woods up

I'm big triple seven, I ain't never need no good luck

He said he want bark? I got the stick, i keep that wood tucked

Before they close my casket, fix my fingers, throw the hood up

[Outro]

This is not a fire drill, yeah, this the real thing (Crrdd)

On my grandma

This is not a fire drill, yeah, this the real thing

Yeah, brr (Yah, yah-yah-yah)