[Intro]

(Damn, JC, this hard)

[Chorus]

I'll take a fuck nigga back to like 2006, make him lean with it, rock with it

Bougie bitch pussy so good, this ho from Miami, I might leave a drop in it

Dissin' my brother, on Hot, took the tint off the window so they can see right in it

'Member that time we had walked to the store? Caught an opp, you know we left some shots in it

[Verse 1]

Niggas know we never hidin', on the wrong side of town with my hoodie and Glock

When we had hopped in the chase, had my mans take the ball and my 23 Glock

I'm with your ho and, yeah, she picked me up, got her hands in, I passed her the rock

Niggas bе dissin' Lil Hot, on my mama, I catch you, everybody gon' drop

Okay, cool

Nigga talkin' 'bout some smokе, boy, we'll push up and burn your school

Yeah, we told them folks that we can't do no show, can't bring them tools

Tell the opps to cut it out, that wack-ass dissin', they gon' lose

Pussy nigga think he up, we come draw down for all the blues

Fuck nigga makin' a Triller, he think he'll party, we come through, we slangin' the rockets

Don't play with my gang, got a top, we'll pop it

I'm tryna tap his fuckin' noggin, yeah

Bitch, I'll come smoke you like a jazz, nigga

Go fully auto on them sticks 'cause everybody got them fully pistols

[Interlude]

Yeah, huh, huh, yeah, come here

What? Stop runnin', nigga

Yeah, pass me the Citgo, nigga (You know what the fuck poppin', nigga)

You know what the fuck poppin', nigga, back again (Huh, L5, nigga)

L5, nigga

No more free L5

Yeah, what? Yeah

[Verse 2]

Watch your partner, bitch, we make them newspeople ride a rental

Catch that ho, she gon' get dropped 'cause she play monkey in the middle

Why the fuck she hangin' with them fuckboys? I don't like them niggas

Time to walk down, they pick up L5, they know I'ma finger the trigger

Bitch, I'm fly as fuck, yeah, I'm somethin' like the old Skoolboy

Salt drop to these hoes, I'ma teach you a lesson 'cause that ain't cool, boy

I'll spank your lil' brother, better tell him to stay in school, boy

Fuck nigga, we been piped up back when we was rockin' Trues, boy, on God

Yeah, this shit ain't over with

Opp ho tryna set somethin' up, I'll bust it in his folder bitch

My main ho trippin' 'bout a scram, ayy, L5 don't even know the bitch

Buddy got his top popped, he was dissin', kept on postin' shit

Diamonds on my body get your bitch pussy wet, huh

I can't say they steppin' 'cause they sent shots, ain't shit get wet, huh

Keep on rentin' cars, I might just get one, cop that 'Vette, huh

If I don't got that switch or Drac', then I pull up with TEC

[Chorus]

I'll take a fuck nigga back to like 2006, make him lean with it, rock with it

Bougie bitch pussy so good, this ho from Miami, I might leave a drop in it

Dissin' my brother, on Hot, took the tint off the window so they can see right in it

'Member that time we had walked to the store? Caught an opp, you know we left some shots in it