[Intro]

(8-808)

[Chorus]

Take a brick then, cut it down

Hit it with the fentanyl

Ain't seen codeine in a minute, huh-huh, I'm having withdrawals

Shawty must be in the WNBA, can't get her off my balls

I crawled so niggas could fly, fuck walk

Yellow tape, white chalk, headshot, .223's out, don't know what that cost

I'm boolin' with the fives, huh-huh, I'm the five boss

Five guys, she want gang to slide, this ho 'bout to get tossed

[Verse]

I'm Randy Moss, can't pick me off

Niggas Tom Brady, they twelve

If I don't fuck with you, eyeball ya when I serve you, don't need no scale

And if she fuck with me, know I'm making this ho sing like Adele

Death row beforе I tell, throw me the еlectric chair

I copped clothes, yeah, I'm rare

I been rocking Undercover

Got a muzzle and a shell catcher, yeah, on the cutta'

Got a gang of ho's wanna fuck the gang, they ain’t tryna cuddle

Me and my team on the same page, we ain't gotta huddle

I ain't gotta huddle, but I played sports when I was little

Dated a white ho, she smoked cigarettes and drank beer

I'm in the Lamborghini, paddle shift, yeah, I switched the gear

She cried hard, when I left that bitch she got them Denim Tears

I got X and codeine, it coming out my veins

If ain't no blood shed, then you ain't hit a stain, don't claim

YVL, Double O-Five, Homixide Gang

We not hard to identify, we got matching chains

Where was you when I was walking through the rain?

Ain't no sunshine for like twenty years straight

When the fuck you got that tough? No, you won't bust a grape

It was ramen noodles, yeah, now a nigga eating shrimp and steak

When the fuck she got that cake? She got a BBL

Wanna book? Then send that bag, can't do CashApp or Zelle

Gotta send that wire, nigga, my pants on fire, nigga

Can't tell on me, my heart, know that I'm a liar, nigga

I'm the Messiah, nigga, I'm the chosen one

Heard ya chose on my ho and she ain't give you nun'

More artillery than the Navy, I got too many guns

She say she listen to Lil Baby, I'ma hit her with that WHAM

Heartagram, shoutout Bam

I'm so rockstar, I'm so punk

Get thrown in his face, his head got lumps

My pockets got the fuckin' mumps

After I drop this, she gettin' dismissed, I smack her on the rump

When that fuck nigga saw the stick, he ran faster than Forrest Gump (Forrest Gump), yeah

[Chorus]

Take a brick then, cut it down

Hit it with the fentanyl

Ain't seen codeine in a minute, huh-huh, I'm having withdrawals

Shawty must be in the WNBA, can't get her off my balls

I crawled so niggas could fly, fuck walk

Yellow tape, white chalk, headshot, .223's out, don't know what that cost

I'm boolin' with the fives, huh-huh, I'm the five boss

Five guys, she want gang to slide, this ho 'bout to get tossed