Released on June 6, 2025

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[Intro]

I'm playin' with the stick, I feel like Ray Tellico

100 on this switch, think I’m Brazilian

Fuckin’ your bitch, she say I’m resilient

35 on this shot, take a civilian

I’m not from the South, text me a million

Touch different colors, call me a chameleon

Little hoe tried to diss, but that bitch is oblivious

Slid through the jungle just like an amphibian

Thicker than Vivian, fuck with me then you know that we killin’

A-bitch, we be chillin’, just slide with that militant

I call it Rocky, you know that he hittin’ shit

Posted with Ray, you know that he real legit

Slide with that F&N, you gettin’ shot in a motherfuckin' second, man

No one as fly as me, who the fuck steppin' in?

I get to shootin' just likе my name Stephen, man


[Verse 1]

Yo, yo, yo

That nigga scarеd when we pop out

Bag up chicken, nigga, pop-out

She wanna fuck when we lock eyes

Me and Ray we be outside

Niggas be hoes, they wearin' a dress

Think that I love you, I came for the neck

See 'em broad day, that chopper go flex

Been one time, nigga thought he was blessed

Spent two times, it hit him in his chest

Spent three times, nigga you know the rest

Brand new Glock make it look like a Tech

Takin' the bullets, I don't need a vest

Fuck nigga talk on the gang, he get stressed

Gang full of hoes, they all get wet


[Verse 2]

Pause!

She wanna know me, we ain't even met

I've had it tucked just like a vest

ARP rippin' into his leg

Eat real good, nigga, I'm well-fed

I do not care about what he said

I had that .45, he fled

.45 creep through the back of the house

Don't make noise, nigga, quiet like mouse

All my dogs, I'm lettin' them out

Could've been good but the shit went South

His gang got dyed, now watch 'em pout

If she don't supply, then I'm kickin' out

Not comin' to slide, then you missin' out

I'm countin' this guap, get a big amount

I'm getting tired of rappin' on this long-ass beat

Yo, yo, you heard what I said

New stick go into his dreads

Not a bitch, but I run from the feds

But it's okay, I'm stackin' my bread

And he keep on talkin' 'bout my brother

But it's okay, this bitch givin' me head

Yo, I've been makin' hella cheese, hella racks

Yo, hella green up in my pocket, make me fat

Yo, CBK, that's my twin, that's my slat

Yo, italwaysrayy, you my twin forever, slat

Yo, italwaysrayy, you my twin forever, slat

Yo, I swear