[Verse 1: Rooski+(Lucki)]

You goin to find me

Yeah yeah

(I'm on 48th right now homie)

That pack, it's smoked boy, it's dead

(?)

You got that pack I'm plottin' snatchin' that

(I'm snatchin that)

Aye aye

I'm violent dunkin, boy I Shaq Attack

(Shaq attack)

Aye aye aye

Preme draws, she gone take it off

(She gone take them off)

Aye aye aye

My babies gone, they all in her mouth

Aye

(In her mouth)

Kid killer, kid killer, that bitch a kid killer

Aye aye

Y3 pink on, feel like Cam Killa

(Dipseeeet)

That's not my mans, I said fuckin' get him

Aye ha

You think you flexin boy

(What are you even flexin what you got that [?] and Obey bro what the fuck)

Yeah (x9)

Aye, you snoozin' on them xans, you walking dead

(You walking dead tryna be like bossyy tryna pop xans)

Aye aye aye

You got the paper, I might get you there

Aye aye aye

I know this thotty wanna hold my hand

(Lovey doveyy)

Aye aye

I fuck her good, then tell her get on mans

(I'm a shitbag!)

Aye aye

Off white Chevy, cruisin' through the goat

(Sawbuuuck)

Oh oh oh

You gotta O, Skrrt

You gotta go

(Stain Gaaang)

Aye aye aye

She say she miss me too, but I'm a ghost

(I'm a ghost I'm a ghost)

Aye aye aye

I'm a shitbag, bitch

I come and go

(Come back)

Aye aye aye

You a yes man and I'm Son of Sam

(I'm Son of Sam)

Aye aye aye

I know you pussy, you might call the feds

(You might call the feds)

Aye aye aye

I heard you snitchin' boy

Yeah (x4)

[Verse 2: Lucki]

Ya, I heard he robbed me, I'm like, "Yeah?"

This for them rumors, I'm up at his crib

Stopped being free, I'm off what OJ did

Yeah (x4)

That bitch fake textin' boy, she sneakin' pics

Aye

Couldn't get a feature, so he made a diss

Little do he know the Son of Sam in love with sin

Aye, perc 10, pop ten

Man I gotta chill

(I gotta problem)

Don't know, four four, looking for a Vic

Oh no, she's a goner, favin' all my pics

Think he bro, he's a goner, we need all of it

(We need all of that)

Crybaby diva, get her gone, I'm Donovan

Aye yeah

I heard they want the dash

(They want the dash, they want the dash?)

You gotta catch the dash

24/7, 4800

You know how we *bomin'*

Yeah, yeah