🔊 [Intro: Lil Varn]

(hard bass sliding in)

Ayy, look

Don’t ask me shit when I’m quiet

Just know I can flip in a second, bitch

(glitchy gun click sound)

Yeah… Varn

Chi to BK, what up Sheff?

🎯 [Chorus: Lil Varn]

I be cool, but I switch mode — fuck that calm shit (Grrah!)

Catch him slippin’ out that store, turn his face to a target (Boom!)

He was postin’ with them Glocks, now he missin’ from the market

We don’t tweet, we don’t talk, we just shoot when it's started

Switch mode — mask up, this ain’t for show

Draco in the coat, bro don’t even need a scope (Nah!)

I go silent, then explode — leave his brains up in the snow

From the Chi to the 5, bitch, you know how this go (Facts!)

💥 [Verse 1: Lil Varn]

I was raised with the villains, we don’t do that internet

Hе was barkin’ on that live, now his bro got a hole in his fitted cap

I ain’t nеver froze when it’s beef — I just get to slidin’

Heard he tucked that pole? That’s a bet — now he duckin’ iron (Boom!)

Say he pushin' weight, he ain't never move a pound

Say he spin shit — more like spin around

I don’t ride deep, just me and my demons

One go left, one go right — double teamin'

In the trap with a K, no cereal

Wrap his body up, shit look spiritual (Amen!)

Big drum on the Glock like a festival

Pop shit off, leave a scene unforgettable

I don’t fuck with these rappers, these niggas too fake

All that cappin’ gon’ get your whole hood baked

VVS cold, but the switch stay hot

And I bet he won't talk when we slide on his block (Grrah!)

🎯 [Chorus: Lil Varn]

I be cool, but I switch mode — fuck that calm shit

Catch him slippin’ out that store, turn his face to a target

He was postin’ with them Glocks, now he missin’ from the market

We don’t tweet, we don’t talk, we just shoot when it's started

Switch mode — mask up, this ain’t for show

Draco in the coat, bro don’t even need a scope

I go silent, then explode — leave his brains up in the snow

From the Chi to the 5, bitch, you know how this go

🔒 [Verse 2: Sheff G]

I was in the box, now I'm back out, rollin' like I never sat (Facts!)

Told shorty, “Throw neck, don’t text,” I ain’t into all that chitchat (Nah!)

Catch me in the function, blick tucked close

Jewels on froze, attitude cold (Ice!)

See a opp? Then the mode just flip

Gotta grip in my coat, he ain't notice shit

Got a bitch in the east, got a bitch in the south

Put a switch on the Glock, now I’m airin' shit out

They know Sheff — I don’t play no games

I was lockstep with the gang in chains

Now it’s big step, Dior with a flame

Still in the hood with the thunder like James (Brr!)

Catch him in traffic, bro pull on the side

Five shots left, better pray he survive

From Flatbush to the Chi, that drill shit ride

We ain’t doin’ no warnin’s — it’s do or die (Grrah grrah!)