[Intro]

Got my fye' in this bitch, (mumble)

Whore

[Verse 1: ii]

I can't invest in a hoe, I got all power in this bitch

I might wet that nigga block, I took a shower on that bitch

I can't say that you my dog, you on some coward actin' shit

Hoe, I been in hibernation, took me hours to get in the mix

I would rather make some lettuce, on tomato, leave 'em red

I can't help it if niggas green as a alligator leg

Get 'em cracked, I fried his yolk in that scramble like a egg

It's truly "sorry not sorry" bro, I can't focus on the dead (huh, huh)

I'm at the top, you with the birds, you chirping all day

Niggas start tryna be God, so I done lost faith

Why you tripping on your bag, your ass a suitcase?

With my niggas we goin see you with a blue face

[Chorus: ii]

Bitch I came from the city where we mack, boys

Meet the heater he ain't never coming back, boy

You can't come up in the spot, you known to lack, boy

I can see you bitch made, take off the mask, boy

[Verse 2: ii]

I'm a drug addict baby, I don't want your tongue

It's not up for discussion if I'm it, I'm upper echelon

All I do is carry mad heat, I left the oven on

I be where I be and do more waxing than an honeycomb

Let my boy go (grrt)

[Verse 3: IAMDEAD]

BO6, I gotta keep a recall on

Got more 'Wok than Yachty, tell somebody call me Elon

Said that "I ain't shit", but you slide on my Twitter (okay)

Fucking on that thot, you a dog ass nigga

What you say, this bitch wanna talk

All my niggas on the block, your bitch gotta watch

And that bitch she wanna fuck, how you knew this?

I don't gotta talk, this bitch is fucking with my music

[Verse 4: IKTL!]

Who the fuck tryna rap like me?

Spit it, make em, shaking they ass like me

Gotta break a bitch, throw it back on me

Doing 90 in a Trackhawk, blast that piece

Last time I hit the beat so hard

Had an earthquake hitting on Alaskan seas

Green on me like I came from the gutter

Got a Job like Steve and came out that tree, like huh

Hey, hey, get out the way, bent them bars, now I'm out my cage

Chained my name, now I hit up the stage

Got a gram I fit in this one hitter J

Cash wired, then hit up the jakes

Take a flick if you wanna I'm fit up for days

Hit his block so hard feel like Iron Mike

Bullets hit him right through the wall, and spun him on his grave

Countin' wodz just like I'm Steve 'cus it's my job to MAC boys

While you smoking that loud

I bring that quiet out, no, I don't pack noise

If you tryna get all the opps in the city boy

I better be your last choice

I don't care if you blue or red

I make wintergreen like a fucking Altoid

[Chorus: ii]

Bitch I came from the city where we mack, boys

Meet the heater he ain't never coming back, boy

You can't come up in the spot, you known to lack, boy

I can see you bitch made, take off the mask, bo-

[Outro: ii]

Like oh, we goin' be making noise

Hit his block with the toys, bitch I'm back with my boys

Like, in my city, we be macking boys

And we put him by the shore, we be macking boys