[Verse]

Pop out the car, I shoot my chop

I don't understand these brand new opps

Make that call, I close down shop

North to the West, we got it on lock

Drill in designer like Kay Flock

I love you bae, like my Glock

You my heart, you my rock

You my sun, you my star

'Nother shootout through the night, damn (Thanks, Yakree)

I could've lost my life, damn

Thank God I shot back

Just sent JB a kite

She love my stolen rentals

She laid up with a killers

On A block with them members

I got her smoking filters

She knowing I be with the set

Deep in that pussy, it's wet

Scamming, I run up a check

Finessing, she gave me a dwet

I'm speeding, I hope I don't wreck

She kissing the 6 on my neck

I'm kissing her all on her neck

She say I'm a killer, I say that's a bet

Bought her designer, that's my lil' Barbie

She love my watch, she watching my Carti'

Just hit the club, get shit rocking

Six from the bricks, she know I'm popping

Back to the block, just me and the guys

She bought me a Glock, she know she a vibe

Call up Dukes, he gon' slide

Know how many mamas we made cry

Know how many niggas that done died

Know how many niggas we done shot

Know how many niggas we done killed

All these niggas wanna be opps

All these niggas really be cops

Fresh off a drill, back to the block

Deep in the water, she know how we rock

Chop got a fifty, it come with a stock

Dripping designer, I'm rocking Dior

Scream, "Go deep," I give her some more

Said she love to be with the 6 'cause she know we upping the score

Opps be broke, opps be poor

Pray to Yahweh, thanking the Lord

'Member we was broke, slide in the Ford

Now we hop out of the double R doors

Standing on business inside a suite

She acting crazy, I give her the boot

'Member was broke, now I got loot

She on the ground, keep that shit cute

Stop all that whining, girl, stop lying

Hit from the back, she loving my diamonds

Youngest in charge, she know that I'm shining

I was outside shooting shit for Zion

I was outside shooting shit for Casey

If I die, my block won't make it

Playing with voodoo, shoutout my Haitian

I don't mean to drive you crazy

Since then back, my money got bigger

I got famous, shit got little

Mama asking me to change

But ma, I be with the killers

Ma, I be with the hitters

Ma, your son a cold blood driller

Pittsburgh, I'm a stealer

AV6, ain't nobody realer

Ayy, she ride with me in the splat

She know lil' 6 be catching them hats

She screaming out, "Meechie," I hit from the back

She like real niggas, don't fuck with no rats

She know that I'm rich, she know I got racks

I'd give my last to free crack

I'd give my last to big lac

And we still turning fuck niggas to packs

And we still turning fuck niggas to zas

Send a hundred shots all out of the car

He tried to run, ain't make it far

I pop a Perc', she pop a bar

She getting drunk, loose off that Rémy

Riding through Houston looking at the city

She ask me why, I did it for Bibby

I'll lose it all standing on business

Standing on business, bitch

Feel me