First Verse: JAYO

It’s hard to tell if they rock wit me

Don’t need no shooters cause n***a I ride for me

Ruger it came wit a limosuine

And it got 10 passengers in the magazine

F**k n***a I’ll put yo face magazine

My new gun look like it came from a factory

One inna head so that’s 11 casualties

Duck yo head if u think u coming after me

I got some bad b****es thinking bout smashing me

She can only suck my d**k you ain’t trapping me

I put my gun in her purse Hold my strap for me

Police pull us over den Issa wrap for me

I get to running as soon as they pat on me

They know I got that bag on me

They know I got that strap on me

I think they chasin after me

Second Verse: BORIE BANDZZ

I back out that blick and he runnin like rick

Lil n***a he look like a athlete

You know i got drip

And these b****es on dick

And i swear to god that they all after me

My n***as all wit the s***s

And I swear to god all of my n***as gon clap for me

Spin through the block wit a whole lot of grips

So you know the s**t look like a afterscene

When I come through the cut

Imma let the s**t rip

So you know imma keep that lil strap on me

N***as is talkin that s**t be so heavy

I got a chop

Finna swing the machete

Body them blocks so you know that I’m ready

By time when I’m done got the scene lookin deady

I’m in her dreams

Got me feelin like Freddy

After I hit her ya b***h off tha henny

She laughin n tweakin I’m finna get Becky

If a n***a pull up the scene gettin messy

I’m in tha trap

And my boy tote tha desi

Lil n***a talk down

And I know he ain't ready

THIRD VERSE: MCE

Yea

B***h!

B***h I came here to crack

I Ain’t pull up for cuddles

Her ass was so fat made me slip on a rubber

Back to it, on the block wit trouble

N***as act stupid

We pop out wit tha burner

They ain’t wit the s**ts they f**k wit undecovers

Can’t switch on my gang, can’t f**k wit my bruddas

Pick up the ice on my neck like shovel

Told em name the price I stay dripped like a puddle

Can’t f **k wit no court but I’m shootin like steph

Post up on tha block camo flag on my left

Made it thru the rain

Hold the tec like a ref

These boys ain’t the same

They can’t walk without vests

You ain't talkin my squad you

Ain’t talkin bout nun

These N***as Be cappin

Just stop wit the bluffin

Roll up inna bourbon I’m smokin in public

Tweak wit the gang put the chop to his muffin

Bitch!

Last Verse: BUTTA BANDZZ

Hunnid n Fifties

And get in between

Back up that ass

Trynna get in them jeans

F***in that bitch and I’m makin her fein

F**k wit that bag and we chasin a dream

Red beam to ya bean

Don’t be makin a scene

Well leave this s**t clean

Like it’s surgical

Leave a p***y nigga sittin up vertical

Transform

Sumn like a submersible

Kill the p***y

But I’m feelin real merciful

Sell tha pack

Quit tha Perkys they hurtin you

Pullin up

Bentley trucks n convertibles

Make a scene

And my n***as gon murder you