[Intro]
Ayy
[Chorus]
I ain't finna box, nigga, this ain't Fed-Ex
I ain't worried 'bout that bitch, she just a mad ex
My aim is impeccable, I'm aimin' for his head next
AK on my back with double straps, I look like Mad Max, hm
[Verse]
Talkin' to my shooter, he from Baghdad
You went from a thug nigga to a hashtag
Beat his ass, then cut his body up, he in a trash bag
Thick bitch, and her head fly, she got me jet lagged
Ooh, how the fuck I'm still alive and I ain't got no heart?
How you niggas got some heaters and don't never spark?
Man, these niggas swear they demons, never in the dark
Snatch a nigga chain, look like my lawnmower won't never start
You like Captain Save-a-Ho, shoutout E-40
I won't ever save these hoes, I'm from Detroit
Makin' money, but I cannot stop until I see more
Bitch, get away from me, I'm blowin' up just like some C-4
Mm, these ain't blood on my shoes, these some Louboutins
Bullets penetrate a nigga with no lubricant
I'm like who and he like, "Who is you?" Bitch, I'm a hooligan
Get out the way, I'm finna roll out, bitch, I feel like Ludacris like hook
Just like that thing that hang off your jacket, bitch, I'm hood
Ain't never need my pops to check up on me, boy, I'm good
They like, "Why your shoes dirty?" 'Cause I got it out the mud
Bro got 40, I got forty-two on me, I feel like Dugg
Put him on a tee, I ain't talkin' 'bout Grizzley
They wishin' death upon me, a nigga feel like 50
An F&N [?] in a F-150
Chest shots, hollow ate his kidneys
Hm, I ain't got a soul, so I ain't trippin' on no [?]
Them niggas took your poles, so how you call yourself a thug?
You sold your mans a pen and now you say you sellin' drugs?
Nigga said it's on the floor, I got him wrapped up in a rug
Jumpin' who? Reach in my shoe, I'll stab niggas
You got a Rollie, I got Heart, bitch, I brag different
Nike duffel, Gucci luggage, bitch, my bag better
You was just with him, doin' all that dissin', now your mans missin'
Tryna put my niggas on, I wanna eat with 'em
You treat your niggas like your rivals, why compete with 'em?
You came in without a wrist, I'm tryna teach niggas
You not in the streets, just on the streets, boy, go get deep in 'em
Niggas dyin' every day, this shit ain't nothin' new
Load the chop and put that bitch right in front of you
I want some twins, tell them lil' hoes to come in twos
Bitch, I've been the stepper, I ain't never wore no runnin' shoes
They was sleepin' on the kid, tell 'em, "Wake up"
Nigga, put that phone down, pick some pape' up
Have you ever seen a nigga have his Drac' tucked?
AR with the blade, fuck around and get your face cut
[Chorus]
I ain't finna box, nigga, this ain't Fed-Ex
I ain't worried 'bout that bitch, she just a mad ex
My aim is impeccable, I'm aimin' for his head next
AK on my back with double straps, I look like Mad Max, hm
[Outro]
I ain't finna box, nigga, this ain't Fed-Ex
I ain't worried 'bout that bitch, she just a mad ex
My aim is impeccable, I'm aimin' for his head next
AK on my back with double straps, I look like Mad Max, hm
Talkin' to my shooter, he from Baghdad
You went from a thug nigga to a hashtag
Beat his ass, then cut his body up, he in a trash bag
Thick bitch, and her head fly, she got me jet lagged