[Intro]

Yea right he think I was born yesterday

(2025)

[Chorus]

Get that shit in my body

No, I'm not singing, feel like Seven, baby, Music Stryder

I'm going up, nigga, you mad, I might just give my title

Sum sum pop out with them Glocks, then

Ok speak on dis bitch iffy, if he do, that na cross the line than

Pull up with Lil Jay like we gon' find him

If he speak on you, that nigga fuck around and die then

But if I die

He spoke up on you, that nigga fuck around and crossed the line

But then niggas can't be crosslined

Yeah, fuck love, I ain't going back a second time

Talmbout' push with her

Nigga mad he ain't get no

That bitch Fast X, I did it with her

Nigga mad he ain't get no

Nigga bе mad they ain't get dough

Pull up with Lil Jay, then a littlе AP at your door

[Verse 1]

Nigga be mad on their ass, like "Why is you mad?" Like nigga what fo'

Like I don't do nothing, no bro, I'm just locked up in my zone

But I'm a pro, man, I can promise you nigga, you sharp

Y'all niggas had you back and lost him

2-5-0, lil' bitch, I'm ballin'

2-5-0, lil' bitch, I'm with it

I'm-a cut John, nigga, in the kitchen

Me and my niggas be wit' it

I got your bitch, nigga, doing dishes

One, two, bands stacks tall

No, I don't want smoke, so my bro pass ball

No, I cannot trip 'bout a hoe, ain't gon' call

Me and all my niggas standing up, stand tall

I got to say some real shit, I'm so done with singing

Had this big old 5, I play with my Lil 5, i dont get it

Yeah, my bro could beat your brother up like pussy boy, you bitch

Straight out that Lil 2-2-5, eraser from the fucking trenches