[Intro]

(C'mon Coupe, hop in)

No

[Verse 1]

Don't talk, don't run up

He try me, he run up, that nigga get done up

They tryna compete, but my shit too cold

Smoke this pack with your bitch and my neck on froze

Bitch, we kicking in, kicking in doors

Hope these niggas is ready, I'm ready for war

I'm off of that pack, yeah, my voice gettin hoarse

Speeding off in that whip, put the bitch in sport

Man, I got all these bands, I be balling like I'm on the court

Like why is she hitting my line? Your bitch is a whore

Got that bitch what she want and she love it

I ain't start out with shit, turned nothing to something, woah

He keep talking, choppa get to bussing, oh

Yeah, I want a problem, turn nothing to something, oh

Don't try running, it's onе on one

You already saw too much, lil' nigga, you done

All thеse niggas keep riding my dick and I don't give a fuck

Smith & Wesson on me and that shit finna buss

Keep the Glock in my pocket if that nigga thinking he tough

Hit that boy for like five bands, put like five in if he thinking he tough

My niggas gon' shoot when I say so

If he missing his target, he off of the payroll

I'm sending my boy, your boy better lay low

Yeah, I'm counting the guap, I'm counting the paper

Yeah, I'm sippin that purp' and I'm sitting in the back smoking green with your bitch

Why this pussy nigga coughing up off one hit?

Made a K, yeah, a K in a day and I took it and flipped it, making it, counting up digits

Take a look at my figures, I got me like seven

Pussy boy talking back, send that boy to the reverend

Niggas only shoot back if I let them

Niggas talk down, send 'em to Heaven

[Verse 2]

Woah, you should already know

Lil' bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T

Yeah, I run it up, run it up, run it some more

I add me a one, and a one, and a one, and a one, it's four

Pour me a four and I pour me some more

She ain't sucking no dick, kick that bitch out the door

Yeah, I ride with the choppa, the choppa, the K

They like, "Where is you at?" Bitch, I'm getting the K's

I ain't smokin your shit, yeah, that shit be laced

Don't ask me for a feat', get it out of my face

Keep a AK-47 and it spray

We shoot at his head, we hitting his brain

Them pussy ass niggas them niggas I hate

Fell in love with my choppa, take it on a date, ugh

Choppa make a nigga stand up

I don't wanna hear talk, I don't wanna hear banter

Yeah, I'm mixing that drink with my Fanta

Yeah, I'm fucking that bitch with my hands up

Put a hole in his head, 'cause he ran up

Like why you act tough? Lil' bitch, you dumb

Hit that boy with the Glock, it's one on one

Hit that boy wit the K, it's one on one

[Bridge]

Like okay, hold up, where the fuck is the 808?

Call up Coupe and told 'em bring the bass in

These bum ass niggas, on God, I hate them

He talking that shit, hit 'em up for like five bands

Do this shit on my own, don't nobody know my plan

I had a old bitch, I don't need her

Got two guns on me, two guns on me

Keep me a Zack and a Cody

[Verse 3]

Yeah, keep me a .40

That shit on my waist, my niggas be ready to go

You don't even know me

But I know your bitch, she sucking me and giving me throat

All the racks, all the racks on the floor

Got me a band and I got me some more

Yeah, I'm fucking your bitch, yeah, I'm fucking your whore

If boy got a problem, we going to war