[Intro]

Yo Jay Loud, where the fuck my weed at?

Ha, hahaha, ay

Wa-, wa-, ay

Right now it be me Jay Loud in the cut, you feel me?

Haha, ah

Bitch, bitch, haha, ay, look

[Verse 1]

I put this heater right up to his face

Poo! Pow! He erased

I'm takin' off like a witch on a broom

Bitch, I'm on the way

You cannot stop me bitch I'm feelin' cocky

If I double cup it there's lean in my body

Used to finesse, it was part of my hobby

Now I'm comin' up and nobody can stop me

Foenem come through with that choppa

He gon' knock you off, and that's on the boss

I fold his card and that nigga was soft

You are not badder bitch you 'bout to talk

Fuck nigga way too close, watch out

Fuck nigga didn't even know I brought the Glock out

We can run the fade I'ma get another knock out

Treat her like a toy up out the way I'm finna rock out

Nigga you off of a Xan if you think you ridin' my mans

Pull up on him with that blam and nigga

And foenem gon' watch his ass do his dance

Fire his ass like a pin

3-2-1, takeoff

Up the heat on 'em, watch how he skate off

Throw that chop to his face, it get ate off

Ballin' on these niggas like the playoffs

[Chorus]

Wait, hold up

Go run up lil' bitch, I'm clutchin'

If a nigga run up then I'm bussin'

Swear to God, boy that shit no discussion

Wait, hold up

Go run up lil' bitch, I'm clutchin'

If a nigga run up then I'm bussin'

Swear to God, boy that shit no discussion

[Verse 2]

I came from nothin' now I made it somethin', lil' nigga I bounce, feel like Spartan

Told that nigga "If you really want it I step back with choppa and shoot like I'm Harden"

And I'm really with it and you can catch me in the hood, lil' nigga, you might be my target

Niggas hate on me but don't get the farthest

My thugs'll run inside your apartment

B-B-B-Bitch, this a stick, uh

I keep that shit on my hip

If you want tote, nigga we get it lit

But I ain't talkin' 'bout no muhfuckin' bit

I know some niggas that stay in the trenches

SWAT come then we hoppin' the fences

They ain't blockin' off shots so them niggas go tandem

I'm duckin' the feds, I ain't catchin' a sentence

Get home, bitch we rollin' up opps

Told them niggas not to slide on my block

If they do, bitch this Glock got a dot

If I shoot, bitch it won't miss the spot

Told that lil' bit', man I don't give a fuck 'bout a felony

I'm runnin' up all my celery

Told that lil' bitch, "Man I know that you jelly"

I took his bitch and put dick in her belly

[Chorus]

Wait, hold up

Go run up lil' bitch, I'm clutchin'

If a nigga run up then I'm bussin'

Swear to God, boy that shit no discussion

Wait, hold up

Go run up lil' bitch, I'm clutchin'

If a nigga run up then I'm bussin'

Swear to God, boy that shit no discussion

[Outro]

Gang, gang, uh

Let me hear that