(Verse) [Yung Nak]

Back on that evil

Smoking gas like its mufucking legal

Run your pockets whenever we see you

No designer, I'm out in Adidas

Your designer look nice on my people

Running from the law like life got a sequel

City to city, I'm here when you see me

Beam on your boy if he talk like he know me

Everything tucked, then it's back to the old me

She ain't tryna fuck, send her off to my homie

Better off dead if you ever try short me

Your momma gon cry if she gave you a rollie

Look down my rocket

Got the scope, I think my nigga might pop it

I'm the pope, I bless your lil' nigga pockets

Chopper ripping through your door, to your couches

Bitch ain't finna clap, then why is we talking

Then it's back to the projects

Sleep with it on me, 'Cause these niggas watching

Back to CZ, 'Cause these niggas been plotting

Flipped the XD, had no mufucking option

Sending off shots, if you dont get my logic

Bitch ask for smoke, Imma shoot for his noggin

Pop, then I'm out, now you mufucking lost one

Dick in her throat, ask your boy what's his problem

(Hook)x2 [Yung Nak]

Give me some space

Cannabis smoke in my face

I fucked that bitch, and she showed me your place

Kick down your door, we don't make no mistakes

Free all the homies that's locked in the cage. (who?)

Burna got too many days

Niggas is broke, that's a mufucking shame

Squad is a joke, put your team in a grave