[Intro]

Hold up, this Krafty Beat?

[Verse]

They want that old 'dot, huh? Tell the DJ, "Run it back"

2020, straight choppas', I ain't fuckin' wit' that strap

He jus' keep on tweakin', I'ma pop his fuckin' hat

Watch his mans cry about it, tell his ass, "Laugh at that"

If I jump out on yo' ass ain't no change in bussing back

All that Superman shit get yo' ass put on yo' back

Niggas never had a pole, but he screamin' he don't lack

Quick to say they in the block, we poppin' out jus' where ya'll at

Four deep in this rental, hell nah, this ain't no splat

We tryna watch this nigga die, in a few days, we double back

Bro'nem tryna go and spin, he hit my line like, "Where you at?"

They on the block right now, so let's go and make a pack

Don't you speak on all that shit, 'cause I'll get you gone for that

Wе gon' fuckin' kill his ass and make a song 'bout that shit

Fuck that nigga 'cause he dеad, so carry on wit' that shit

Bitch, I do my own work, so on my own, I'll blitz

Niggas dissin' 'cause they mad 'bout them dead ass opps

Hit them licks, then the head, once he drop, don't stop

30 clip on this glizzy, 50 on the AR

In a Hemi wit' a semi, tryna catch me a opp

Baby Ralo wit' the stick and I like jumpin' out the car

'Cause I'll chase yo' ass down and put nine in yo' top

I'm a fuckin' state champ so yo' ass won't run far

I had to cut her ass out 'cause she ain't wanna let me fuck

I get silly off that Henny, tryna fuck a nigga up

I got my niggas in this bitch, so boy, it ain't no one on one

Don't let me get outside the club, murder one, somebody done

Get to bangin' at the crowd and watch everybody run

Got a choppa in the car, I'an bring this bitch for nun'

And if I go in the backseat, you bet' not run, let's make it fun

I'on really like to rap 'cause I put drillin' number one

You better hope a angel with you, you get caught without that gun

You a bitch, and you know it, and yo' partner is too

New opp' pack in the air, but niggas dyin', ain't nun' new

.38 in the club, you better not scuff my fuckin' shoes

Or spill a drink on my clothes, bitch, 'cause everything new

Strippa' bitch on that pole, bring her home, I want it too

Quick 30 wit' no Perc', you match it what the weed do

He rap that shit wit' them guys, then he gettin' banged too

50 round on the stick show you what that thing do

Bruh been actin' like he on it, we gon' crack his brain too

Don't come outside, his bitch-ass died and the guys blame you

You gon' hide or you gon' slide, get that flame and swing through

So we can park the fuckin' car go to yo' hood and swang too

Run a opp nigga down, leave his brains on the shoe

Wit' the gang, choppa bang, bitch, we aim when we shoot

Mask on, gloves tight, when I'm flamin' at you

We'll never leave a witness, bitch, we stain in them too