[Intro]

(Sauceboy shit, what you want me to play?)

(Hold on, Lil Ree)

(Ayy, Rashonn, this bitch go crazy)

[Chorus]

Bronem face shit then leave no witness

Fuck designer, go step in Dickies

You don't sling no iron, then I take your blicky

Opp bitch gave my dick a hickey

Out the cut, they leave shit wicked

Head tap, last thing I heard, he missin'

Niggas hide in the 'burbs like bitches

Ain't no flesh wounds, main arteries, hit 'em

I seen that nigga 'flaging, stick him

Catch a opp, blick him

Turn his ass a victim

Every time you see a nigga that don't never be 'bout they issue

Scared to let my drillers off the leash, them niggas get too vicious

You ain't never been down on your dick, thuggin' deep in the trenches (Grrt, boom)

[Verse]

That's a new pack, heard one of the bros just caught a new hat

Thousand miles away, "Rye, how you knew that?"

You out there with 'em and you get blew at

Hundred racks, I blew that

These niggas ain't playing with money, these niggas broke

And that's most these niggas' problem, they take shit as a joke

'Til all your partners dying, homicide

They ain't getting stamped 'cause they been hiding

Only reason I know they hiding 'cause my lil' brother been outside slidin'

Stolen whip, riding and trappin'

Pray I spot a nigga in traffic

Hit the Drac' and flip his whip like I taught that bitch acrobatics

Hear the click then flip the clip

Back to shootin', that bitch, let 'em have it

I'm gon' roll you up in a leaf, laugh while you getting grieved by your family

Niggas know not to play with me

Leave you deceased, I ain't cappin'

Yeah, this Drac' know acrobatics, flip your shit and leave it tragic, nigga

DOA on the scene, pick a casket, nigga

Frrt, frrt, frrt, shit sound like magic, nigga

I ain't got no mind, I'm slingin' iron 'til I'm in my casket nigga

'Til the day I die, I'ma bang behind mine, no point in asking, nigga

Switch fucking up my stature, too many Percs gon' make me throw up

Yeah, I'm on bars walkin' like a zombie or I'm on Percs tryna go up

I ain't have to sell my soul or do no ho shit for to blow up, pussy

[Chorus]

Bronem face shit then leave no witness

Fuck designer, go step in Dickies

You don't sling no iron, then I take your blicky

Opp bitch gave my dick a hickey

Out the cut, they leave shit wicked

Head tap, last thing I heard, he missin'

Niggas hide in the 'burbs like bitches

Ain't no flesh wounds, main arteries, hit 'em

I seen that nigga 'flaging, stick him

Catch a opp, blick him

Turn his ass a victim

Every time you see a nigga that don't never be 'bout they issue

Scared to let my drillers off the leash, them niggas get too vicious

You ain't never been down on your dick, thuggin' deep in the trenches