[Intro: Kyle Richh]

(Damn, lil' FckBwoy, man, you know that I be killin' shit)

Glah

[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]

Like, what? Shoot through the dark

Dissin' my dead and this .40 gon' bark (Glah-glah-glah)

Big EBK, I don't show no remorse (Like, what? Like, what?)

She a baddie, she straight from Dior (Glah-glah-glah)

Can't trust no bitch, that's what (Like, what?)

She said her nigga not hittin' it right (Like, what?)

She a thot, she need dick in her life

I got a gun, why the fuck would I fight? (Like, no)

Dotty a dummy, up that spliff, new opp in the air (Dotty)

Spot a opp, that's on bro, I'ma flair

I got a gun, why the fuck would I fear? (Like, what? Like, what?)

Perky bussin', 'drenaline rushin'

He tried to run, caught a shot to the stomach (Like, damn)

Spin through, flock at his muffin

Dotty a dummy, that boy is on nothin' (Glah-glah-glah)

Told bro, ''Shoot at his rear'' (Like, what?)

Give me that chain, that shit got glare (Glah-glah-glah)

Like, what? Who that, right there? (That right thеre)

Thumb in her butt, she a thot, don't carе (Glah-glah-glah)

Spin in the V, he on feet (Like, what?)

Did a drill, had to switch up the sweater

Like, we goin up, and everything better (Like, damn)

Tried to line, I'ma send her to Melo (Like, damn)

And P is my favorite letter (Like, what?)

I'm in that pussy, I'm makin' it wetter (Glah-glah-glah)

He a rat, eatin' the cheddar (Like, what? Like, what?)

One false move, I'ma think it's a set up (Glah-glah-glah)

[Verse 2: Jenn Carter]

She a demon, she like to perform (Gang)

If I'm down, I'ma shoot through the storm (Glah-glah, boom)

Said that boy is a dummy, got sent to the Lord (Gang-gang-gang)

And I'm fiendin' to click on the blick in the mall (Mall, damn)

Like, keep a heater, so I can stay warm (Gang-gang-gang)

I am not Durk, but I'm closin' the door (Glah-glah, boom)

I'm Lil Baby, emotions is raw

I'm a dog and it's bread in my paw

She like, "Jenn, you all over the TV, I understand why she never can see me" (Gang)

I can tell that the opps wanna be me (Glah-glah)

Hang out the V, can't dump no BB (Glah-glah-glah)

I be geekin', I 'oot out the Mackage (Gang-gang)

They like, "Cartey, you turned to a savage" (Glah-glah)

Fuckin' your bitch, I can tell she a average

I'ma just keep on stackin'

[Verse 3: Kyle Richh]

He a dummy, keep on lackin'

Reload the clip, put the beam on his back then

Ten deep, be cautious

Like, what? It's a 4-1 extortion

[Outro: Kyle Richh]

Glah

Like, what? Like, what?

Glah

Glah, glah, glah