[Chorus]:

Let me get straight to the topic

Popping these x pills im off it

Hit the bitch once then i off it

Straight off the top, you know that i got it

Ye ima go get to the bandz

I'm in the field, u jus sit on the bench

Me and mshotta we straight out the trench

Bro back in town, we back at it again

Up in the trizzy, throw work on the scale

If i get locked no i can't ever tell

My bro in the bin, i hope he doing well

Im smoking dead guys, can you handle the smell?

Gra gra gra

Glitch on my waste, so you can't even tell

Tall up in thе back, it'll send you to hell

You know that i post with the dеmons

[lil bk Verse 1]:

Me and mshotta been scheming

Up in the trap, but you dont got a reason

Yo bitch on my trap phone, cuz she been fienin

Late nights on the road, i had nowhere to go

Late nights in the trap, i was stuck in the stove

But we take your life broadday, they know my killy dont play

Talk like you're rich but you ain't getting paid

How you go behind my back say you'll slide, but you really tried to slime me

Yeah you really tried to slime me

So i had to do em grimey

[barwhoom Verse 1]:

Outside wit my shooters, gotta hold down on my pole

Outside wit sum fuckin killers, ion even know

He tried for my fuckin pistol, let it hit his nose

Crodie got the tallup, let it hit him in his dome

Hit him in his head now dat boy voice went missing

I just told dat pistol we gon leave him hissin

Ion even know how the fuck he went missin

Broski got the glizzy he said he gon hit him

[lil bk Verse 2]:

Let the choppa blow like i don't need no permission

Diamonds on the roof, ye they really be glistenin

They know im the truth, they like lil bk you the realest

My heart stay on froze i think i done lost all my feelings

I've been going hard every day of the month

Put the switchie on em then we turn his ass to runtz

I ain't have no real home cuz i grew up in the slums

And the whole gang gotta eat so until then i can't be done

[barwhoom Verse 2]:

Shordy getting battried, she jus wanna have sum fun

Got her in my backseat, she jus wanna play w guns

Block turned to a trackmeet, why the fuck they always run

They thought that they had me, i said pussy really dumb

I keep a shiesty inside of my v

These boys not really part of the team

Wasteyute talking, get put on a t

Back at the club, i was smoking a g

Pistol on pistol, we been throwing deep

Crodie got clutching all up on the neen

I got his shordy back up on her knees

She said she love me, i said baby please

Ah ah ah ah

Smokin on the zazaa

Ah ah ah ah

Back outside the plaza

Ah ah ah ah

Way too fast like nasa

Ah ah ah ah

The heat on me like lava

[Chorus]:

Let me get straight to the topic

Popping these x pills im off it

Hit the bitch once then i off it

Straight off the top, you know that i got it

Ye ima go get to the bandz

I'm in the field, u jus sit on the bench

Me and mshotta we straight out the trench

Bro back in town, we back at it again

UP IN THE TRIZZY, THROW WORK ON THE SCALE

IF I GET LOCKED NO I CANT EVER TELL

MY BRO IN THE BIN, I HOPE HE DOING WELL

IM SMOKING DEAD GUYS, CAN YOU HANDLE THE SMELL?

GRA GRA GRA

GLITCH ON MY WASTE, SO YOU CAN'T EVEN TELL

TALL UP IN THE BACK, IT'LL SEND YOU TO HELL

YOU KNOW THAT I POST WITH THE DEMONS