[Intro]

Woo!

Kanku!

[Chorus]

All my shooters is ready to go

Whippin' the stove, aye

Talk shit you know how it goes, aye

Please do not think I am soft ’cause we trap

And we drill, yeah my boys do the most

Okay, uh, ship it by post

Whip it then ship it by post

I do not boast

I don't do talks, if we're beefing I simpy pull up and go ghost

[Verse 1]

Shawty gon’ get that, get that

Gun with the kickback

Candy rapper, so I call you a kitkat

I am a busy man, no time for chit-chat

Don't need a gat, hit a lick with my bitch slap

Send my girl in, hit a lick where my bitch slept

Haters on my dick riding up down like six flags

Ammo unlimited I got like six mags

Make the beat, kill it, then I make like six bags

Aye, moving retarded

Got so much green you would think it's a garden

Molly and lean, party get startеd

I fuck your girl and your mom and her daughter

Lambs to the slaughtеr

Magic wand, no Harry Potter

Chasing a dollar

You is a bum and your dad is a pauper

Opp-stopper got it tucked in in my pocket

I got like one, two, three, four bitches on my dick

I got five on it with the shit, catch bitches acting slick

I got six shots in my six shooter on my hip

I got seven, eight, nine bullets left up in my clip

Okay like, for real though

Ten bands on me, I got real dough

Eleven kilos moving real snow

Twelve on our ass, but we fast and they real slow

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen racks of the filo

Sixteen 'cause you four squares looking like Windows

Seventeen wins like the Lakers I free throw

1:18, I think it's time for the hook though

[Chorus]

Go

Whippin' the stove, aye

Talk shit you know how it goes, aye

Please do not think I am soft 'cause we trap

And we drill, yeah my boys do the most

Okay, uh, ship it by post

Whip it then ship it by post

I do not boast

I don't do talks, if we’re beefing I simpy pull up and go ghost

[Verse 2]

AK on me

Send shots at your homie

He sent shots at my homie

Now his mom so lonely

Ms like Boney

Trophy after trophy

Lowkey moving slowly

Snow keys on me like I’m Tony

Trap on a drill song

Don't get it misunderstood I still will drill some

Bomb like I’m Kim Jong Un

On top of the building and world like King Kong

I been strong, you been wrong

You lose all, I win some

My group ball, my money tall

Eat pussy rappers like dim sum

Double your drip and then some, still can't reach my level, stylin'

How you broke, got no job, no bitches, but out here smiling?

No plans, no ambitions, out here acting like you fighting

You is lying, here's a job application, please sit down and sign it

Tap tap-tap-tap tap, aye

I got the mac in the back and it’s loaded

And extendo mag is attached, aye

Saw on the gram you was loaded

Real life I don't see it, so where is it at? Aye

You cap, aye, what's that? Aye, facts, aye

I'm fluent in it, you should be scared I'm on the attack, aye

Oh you tough right?

You was born in the hood right?

Struggle just to get lunch right?

Can't pay the rent, got no lights?

Walk downstairs, see your momma crying

Over stacks of bills, with a cup of wine

You ain't seen what I seen so sit the fuck down

Goofy suburban, you a damn clown

[Chorus]

Go

Whippin' the stove, aye

Talk shit you know how it goes, aye

Please do not think I am soft 'cause we trap

And we drill, yeah my boys do the most

Okay, uh, ship it by post

Whip it then ship it by post

I do not boast

I don't do talks, if we're beefing I simpy pull up and go ghost