[Intro]

(Drum Dummie)

[Chorus]

Look, all of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit, better stop that shit (Stop that shit)

Bitch, I got somethin' to make you lay down (Bitch, I got somethin' to make you lay down)

Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, going through a nigga mind

When I'm loadin' up them K rounds (When I'm loadin' up)

And we gon' ride through that pussy nigga block one of these nights and let 'em have it

Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round)

And we gon' ride through that pussy nigga block one of these nights and let 'em have it

Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Look, look, skrrt)

[Verse 1]

Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Ha)

Lurkin', itchin' for a killin'

When I catch a nigga, I'ma leave him face down

AK eat a fuck nigga body

Eatin' everything but the waist down (Waist down)

I'm getting high off gunpowder

See you on the way down (On the way down)

Look, you ain't talkin' money then I can't stay 'round

I ain't fuckin' with no lame nigga

Niggas tip the system, then they wanna break down

Go to jail, break down, fuck no

Bitch, I'ma lay down (Yeah)

I'm worried 'bout clowns actin like real niggas

Mane, fuck a fake clown

Pulled up on him at the gas station, nigga thought I was playin' (Thought I was playin')

I got to blowin', but you see big fire comin' out that fan (Comin' out that fan)

What about that time I walked down on you in front of your clan? (Front of your clan)

He pushed you in the gate, 'fore you came, we had an understandin'

That boy ain't really your man

[Chorus]

Look, all of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit, better stop that shit (Stop that shit)

Bitch, I got somethin' to make you lay down (Bitch, I got somethin' to make you lay down)

Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, going through a nigga mind

When I'm loadin' up them K rounds (When I'm loadin' up)

And we gon' ride through that pussy nigga block one of these nights and let 'em have it

Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round)

And we gon' ride through that pussy nigga block one of these nights and let 'em have it

Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round)

[Verse 2]

Ayy, ridin' 'round with fed cases (Huh)

Murk a nigga for a couple dead faces (Yeah)

Fuck your baby mama, ain't no sympathy

I hope she have a dead baby

Niggas wanna tell the police everythin'

Well, tell 'em how that lead tastin'

I've been in the streets, no sleep

Totin' heat, ain't seen a bed lately (Yeah)

I've been trippin', poppin' fifties

I remember I ain't have a pot to piss in (Huh, huh)

Partners kick it in the trenches, nigga trippin'? (Huh, huh)

Grab the Glock and pop the stick in (Huh)

Murder mission, pop a jigga

Smoke a Black, waitin' for my high to kick in (Huh)

Rob a nigga flat broke, he shake back?

Then I'm gon' rob him again

All of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit, better stop that shit

Nigga, I'll pop that bitch

Slide through your block, murk a nigga, then I'm out that bitch

Look, all of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit, better stop that shit

I'll pop that bitch

Slide through your block, murk a nigga, then I'm out that bitch

[Chorus]

Look, all of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit, better stop that shit (Stop that shit)

Bitch, I got somethin' to make you lay down (Bitch, I got somethin' to make you lay down)

Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, going through a nigga mind

When I'm loadin' up them K rounds (When I'm loadin' up)

And we gon' ride through that pussy nigga block one of these nights and let 'em have it

Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round)

And we gon' ride through that pussy nigga block one of these nights and let 'em have it

Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round)

[Outro]

Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round)

Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Fuckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round)