[Intro]

Grtttt, BOW!

Yeah, Mack fucking Billy, nigga

YNIC shit, you heard

EBK, (yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah, whoo!

[Verse]

Run up on who? Is you stupid?

I stay with a blick, won't hesitate to shoot it

What I’m rapping, I really been through it

I'm living that life, I ain't just making music (no)

Pull up on me and you’ll see how I do it

My ex, she just text me to see how I'm doing

Well I'm doing fine, girl (I am), ‘cause I'm in my prime, girl (I am!)

Look, I'm in my prime so I feel like I'm Jordan

Got lit off the rock, I ain't talking about Spalding

I'm talking bout the work that my plug got imported

Do not call my phone unless it is important

Cause I will not answer, I am a trapper and you niggas dancers

Wanna jack beef, pussy boy get your bands up

I’m really with it, you play tough for cameras

Look, why all the oppas is actors?

I know the real you, you ain’t gotta act tough

If you really want smoke, we could match up

Slide up on me by yourself, fuck backup

Do a hit by your doley

Since you mad at my gang ‘cause we smokin your homie

Pussy boy run up on me

So I have me a new opp to smoke out this doley

Oh shit, this the big opps out the zip

Niggas pussy, they ain't never did no hits

On the H, man I doubt that fucking shit

Smoking Queez, you can meet the fucking fifth

I’m a billy, that stay on that blizzy, that blizzy

And if I'm around, a man down in your city

And I'mma keep tweaking till God come and get me (grrtt!)

[Chorus]

May the Lord forgive me for all of my sins, had to get it how I can

If a nigga pull up with some bands, I'mma rob him with my mans

If he flossin’ that nigga a stain, He was tough, so I reached for his chain

He gon fold when that pole touch his brain, as around i've been doing my thing

Bitch (blatt!) since a youngin, been toting them MACs

Don't ever sneak diss, you'll get killed over rap

If I take it to heart, you catch shells in your back

Everything that I spit on my life, it is facts

Fenihana's stay T'd, nigga that's where I'm at

When hoes come around, I just roll up my pack

Cuz my shorty a baddie, I ain't losing that

But lemme get back to the opps

Y'all niggas is actors, y'all don't hold no chops

Nobody outside when I go spin your block

And I'm EBK, feel a way, suck a cock

I'mma do what I want ‘cause I cannot be stopped

Won't stop going in till I'm dead in a box

Don't wanna talk hot, and that's word to my pops

Hit the drop, then pull up put some weight in your top

Grtttt, Bow! Don't run up or it's a man down

I'mma reach in the bag for a pound

Put that red on your nose like a clown

Man, I am the god of the tweaks

Ask around, my shit bang in the streets

Off them beans, man I really be geeked

But don't lack, man I stay with the heat

If I catch me an opp, watch that boy hit his feet

Y'all stay talking hot, word to Dee, we can meet

Pull up on me, and I'm shooting for three

Ain't shooting from deep, nigga I ain't CP

You really want war? Nigga come and see me

I'm toting big chops, nigga these ain't BB's

I've been making wonders, I ain't talking Stevie

And I do this for Blizz, man you best believe me

[Chorus]

May the Lord forgive me for all of my sins, had to get it how I can

If a nigga pull up with some bands, I'mma rob him with my mans

If he flossin' that nigga a stain, He was tough, so I reached for his chain

He gon fold when that pole touch his brain, as around i've been doing my thing, BOW!