[Verse: Hunxho]

Five o’clock, he just hit the block to get his lil dawg (ProtegeBeatz)

Hundred thousand a piece, yea, capeesh, they got one job

Gas station, he picked up his dawg, they got chopsticks

Told his dawg, "Don’t get inside the car if yeen gone pop shit"

"Take this, gloves on, and wear that black mask"

Told 'em, "Hell nah bra, I got my hoodie and my red flag"

Now it’s six o’clock, they get to rollin' down the street

Bra ain’t really trippin', this his third job this week

They roll up a blunt, they gotta get high, they gotta smoke one

The demons in his head all the time, hе gotta smoke sum

6:39, they get to rollin' past thе spot

This one gon' be hard cuz they see hoes, in and out

But lil bra don’t give no fuck, they play, them hoes gettin' popped

Lil bra, he say he wanna rob 'em, but he know he 'sposed to kill ‘em

They don't even need bags, he told lil bra to shut the fuck up, wear his ski mask

I hope you ready, nigga, cuz we finna drive back

That nigga pull up at the spot, and I'm shootin' out the window, hope you know we hoppin' out

They get to creepin' up, make sure you checkin' your surroundings, nobody seein' us

Lil bra stop tryin' me, you know this ain’t my first job

And plus he know the nigga they killin', he crossed 'em, John Wall

Before they made it to the door, some shots came through the wall

Lil bra ain’t playin, he hittin' back, that nigga gettin' off

Big bra was tripping, he got hit up, hit 'em in his top

Lil bra out there by his self, he got to rockin' out

But shit got harder, cuz them niggas started poppin' out

Lil bra had got behind the car, he had to reload

Came up out that bitch like scarface, nigga, free smoke

Hit the first nigga, made 'em drop

Then he caught the second nigga, tryna crawl back in the spot

He finna walk down, the nigga beggin' for his life he like, "I got a child"

Lil bra say he don't give no fuck, this shit here do or die

He hit the nigga in his top and watched him bleed out

Lil bra ran to the car, hopped in, speed out

He see the police comin' up the street, he do the dash

He bent the curb on them folks, fucked round, did 'em nasty

And plus he shootin' while he drivin', he done made 'em crash

That shit crazy 'cuz lil bra done fucked round, got away

He hit the nigga up and told 'em, "Dawg I need that cash"

"Did you kill ‘em?" "I’m like Levi Jeans all on his ass"

He pulled up on the nigga, he had got a hundred racks

And I need that other money, 'cuz I can’t get my nigga back