[Verse 1: Keyos]

14 on the bitch and we be running in the night

Got my shoots real with me and we killing on sight

Just up on my body bitch you know I’ma bout to fight

And your men are fucking pussy cause you ran away in fright

I don't plan and I be looking at these motherfucking hoes

Got a Semmy In the trunk and bitch you know its on road

Dont care bitch we get hit with a shotgun

Buck shot rounds keep friends or yeah we not done

Talking shit here get ya brains splat ay

Yeah you double up, catch you with the fucking spray

That shit don't run around here

Catch you with my flashlight looking like a dear

I see the hoe a dead bitch I don’t shed a tear

She calling me the dough man causе i got the gear

Glock in my pits with my dear hah ou

Bitch your packing hеat got the 4 for 2

And my ways packing bitch you got a handgun

You know I'm staying strapped

And never lacking you be capping cause I be killing on the savage

Killing on the savage

Run up with the Glock bitch you taking mad damage

I run up on the side with a clip

Hit up on yo bitch we be swerving up the whip

Shoot yourself 9 times bitch we outta 10

Riding out the homies shit they rocking with the feds

No way, bitch you playing games so you know I'm taking names

4, 5 shots leave you dead up in the rain

Gon miss with the gang, slide with the thang

Yeah if you dead or alive yeah that shit is all the same

[Verse 2: $EMMY!]

Yeah Semmy got some [?], making paper, making green

I’m dming all the bitches, getting nut all on my screen

I be posting with my shooters, doing laps all round the street

If you tryna fuck with us, then expect a fucking beam

Got a bean in my mouth, gon swallow

Hop up in the foreign, well you know the bitch gon follow

Make a bag hoe, make em waitin till tomorrow

Cause Semmy making statements, and making the haters watch me blow up apollo

I'm on the moon bitch, I’m on my rocks (I’m on my rocks)

Got yo bitch wearing only tube socks (tube socks)

Making bangers, on my shit and all these bitches who watching me

Well they hating all my music, I tell em get the fuck off of me

Bitch I’m popping the tag, [?], popping a percocet

Got the bands in my bag and I mean what said, and my music be worth it [?]

Damn, yeah Semmy making music and bands

Oh Keyos, pulling with uzis make a bitch fucking dance

And I be frothing at the mouth when I see yo girls ass

And when I swipe her with my foreign, let her look at my hands, that’s bars

Only pull up with cars, and I be, ay, bitch, yuh