[verse]

Glock in my hands

So say yo amends

I am grown man

So no I won’t bend

And no I won’t fold !

I stay in the fold !

Was raised in the 4

So I stay wit da pole!

Crease in my pants

I stay on the plan so grease on my hands

I wanted for questioning

Been killin the beat again

Been feedin the streets again

Been chillin wit all my villains

Keep secrets no need for specifics

These niggas they gossip like bitches

And these bitches they hustle like niggas

So go get cha bag Lil baby

Don’t be worryin bout nun of these haters

They gon hate and we still gon get paper

[Chorus]

HE GON SHOOT SHE GON SHOOT LIL BABY

IM GON SHOOT HE SHOOT LIL BABY

He gon shoot she gon shot lil baby

I’m gon shoot he gon shoot lil baby

CREASE IN MY PANTS

I STAY ON THE PLAN SO GREASE ON MY HANDS

CREASE IN MY PANTS I STAY ON THE PLAN SO GREASE ON MY HANDS

CREASE IN MY PANTS

I STAY ON THE PLAN SO GREASE ON MY HANDS

CREASE IN MY PANTS

I STAY ON THE PLAN SO GREASE ON MY HANDS

[verse]

Racks in my hand

Stacked in my hand like an advance

Stay wit my mans ride in the van

Loaded like damn aye

Long ass clip big ass stick im gon rip aye!

He talk shit we gon hit we don’t miss aye

Pullin up

Wit all my soldiers

Fatigues like I’m from the Nola

He bleed like I bleed so be damn that he don’t see me aye

You said that he said it but I didn’t get no CC yea

Fuck it I’m loaded I cock it back and explode it yea

[Chorus]

HE GON SHOOT SHE GON SHOOT LIL BABY

IM GON SHOOT HE SHOOT LIL BABY

He gon shoot she gon shot lil baby

I’m gon shoot he gon shoot lil baby

CREASE IN MY PANTS

I STAY ON THE PLAN SO GREASE ON MY HANDS

CREASE IN MY PANTS I STAY ON THE PLAN SO GREASE ON MY HANDS

CREASE IN MY PANTS

I STAY ON THE PLAN SO GREASE ON MY HANDS

CREASE IN MY PANTS

I STAY ON THE PLAN SO GREASE ON MY HANDS