[Hook: Krishu]

Strike one, you was cuffing Js, loving street walkers

Strike two, you gossip bout a case, thought you wasn’t a talker

Strike three, you was pointing digits, tryna erase convictions

Don’t make your, have, in it, you will not go missing

We gon put some, in the air, like COVID

That bitch you loving, put white on her face, like it’s lotion

I got some lil homies who gon slut that bitch out, and they gon post it

That boy just a junkie with some money, he still in Roshes

[Verse 1: Krishu]

Man, fuck this hoe bitch, man, I don’t know bitch, you sound like Po, bitch

Told my mama I ain’t having kids, won’t go on Maury Povich

College bitches all on Meth, claiming that it got them focused

The shit my brother pour so strong, it got Sev cups eroding

We keep all them racks, and all them flats, just for occasions

Hе’ll bond out of holding, long as he don’t make no statemеnts

I think he allergic to green, i’ma call that lil boy a racist

We gon take his shit, leave him singing in the store, like he’s Mason

Fuck a statement, ain’t nobody signing papers, but Greysen

All my youngins go, masked up, like they Jason

Ain’t talking bout Freddy, i’m talking bout Todd

Sold her fake Acid, the paper façade

My skinny hoe, got sad she got thick, I said it’s water weight bitch

We the ones who got his mama scared, she on NextDoor

We in the BNB with 3 dicks, like a sex store

X drive itself, only reason me and Spenny ain’t wreck for sure

He don’t wanna catch the pack, he gon take it himself, Devin Hester

[Hook: Krishu]

Strike one, you was cuffing Js, loving street walkers

Strike two, you gossip bout a case, thought you wasn’t a talker

Strike three, you was pointing digits, tryna erase convictions

Don’t make your, have, in it, you will not go missing

We gon put some, in the air, like COVID

That bitch you loving, put white on her face, like it’s lotion

I got some lil homies who gon slut that bitch out, and they gon post it

That boy just a junkie with some money, he still in Roshes

[Verse 2: NATE!]

He ain’t out the mud, he just cappin all of the time

I might pop em in his stomach, blood gushin out of his side

Finna die, why, you want me to take your life?

Ain’t no surprise, you trying, me, boy, need to read the signs

You wanna go, go, go, why you never meet me on the road, road, road?

Make em dance when I tote

Boy, you is a fiend, always actin like a junkie

Pussy always off em beans, sellin cheech for some money

Hide behind your silly team, you ain’t ever try to touch me

Say you got a ride or die, so why your bitch sayin she love me?

You wanna go, go, go, why you never meet me on the road, road, road?

Make em fold, 38 up on me and it blow

Dirty faces watching at your shows

Say we beefing, you ain’t got a pole

Talkin shit and you get lil bro'd

[Hook: Krishu]

Strike one, you was cuffing Js, loving street walkers

Strike two, you gossip bout a case, thought you wasn’t a talker

Strike three, you was pointing digits, tryna erase convictions

Don’t make your, have, in it, you will not go missing

We gon put some, in the air, like COVID

That bitch you loving, put white on her face, like it’s lotion

I got some lil homies who gon slut that bitch out, and they gon post it

That boy just a junkie with some money, he still in Roshes