[Chorus]

Hey yo Ren, turn that up

New diamonds for my wrist

New SRT, put that on the road, yeah I'm finna make it sing

Niggas don't got no business tal'm bout money

They should've count me out, that's funny

He sendin 308, start runnin'

He know I'm on his trail, he paranoid (he paranoid)

We get em pumped like steroids

Supercharged the whip is makin' noise

I'm gon get up where I send 'em jack boys

That's your chain, huh, it's gone

Yo main, shooter, that bitch gone

He can't hold up once we do 'em wrong

[Verse 1]

Baguettes, flood the wrist

We gon' get up with that bitch he dead, huh

Remember what you said, huh

He says it's money, on my head, take it back

You better on savin' it up

Fox 4 gon' know me, Homicide gon' know me

Gang Unit gon' know us when [Dee ?] step on your homie

They got a lot to say about me, uh

Facetime when the time pass

Do you want smoke with us, or you 'gon keep on hidin'

You don't want smoke with us, we 'gon keep on firin'

[Bridge]

Do you want smoke with us, or you 'gon keep on hidin'

You don't want smoke with us, we 'gon keep on firin' (... been goin' on)

Do you want smoke with us, or you 'gon keep on hidin'

You don't want smoke with us, we 'gon keep on firin'

Like, I'm really not finna play with you

[Verse 2]

Mama said I was hard headed, I'm on the road working

I don't need a hard head, now I got [long fatty ?]

I'm bleedin' streets for longevity

Balenciaga and [baguetti ?], I'm ready

I don't need a contract, I'll go and do it myself

My shooter love me he don't care 'bout the wealth

The D.A. on me, they be spying on me like an elf on the shelf

The brain's so good, I might put a name on the shelf

My shooter love me he don't care 'bout the K

Knock it off, all he want is a K

Choppa sing, want go Broadway

Get 'em now, the broad day

[Chorus]

New diamonds for my wrist

New SRT, put that on the road, yeah I'm finna make it sing

Niggas don't got no business tal'm bout money

They should've count me out, that's funny

He sendin 308, start runnin'

He know I'm on his trail, he paranoid (he paranoid)

We get em pumped like steroids

Supercharged the whip is makin' noise

I'm gon get up where I send 'em jack boys

That's your chain, huh, it's gone

Yo main, shooter, that bitch gone

He can't hold up once we do 'em wrong