[Intro: Pros AP]

(Ayy, Culprit got a hit)

Gang (Nigga, huh?)

Island (Island Boys)

Island Boys (Island Boys, Island Boys)

Ayy

[Chorus: Pros AP]

He don't I'm finna— (Nigga, what?), alright

He don't I'm finna up it 'til he comin' out his kit

You ain't gangster, you let a nigga take you out your wrist

Get your rank up, hop in that strike and take a hit

Nigga, I got— alright

Nigga, I got motion, can't you tell by the pants? (Mike Amiri)

In the kitchen spinnin' tracks, watch the fiends do they dance

Spinnin' tracks on they block, spin again and again

[Verse 1: Pros AP]

Spin again and again 'til you hit a nigga top, ayy

I'm on the 8 tryna spin through the 5, ayy

Just fucked an opp ho and made her pick a side

The ho fucked me 'cause she thought a nigga signed

I got twenty on me, let a nigga play, I'm puttin' fully on him

Off one, pull this bitch and squeeze and shoot twenty-somethin'

Forty 'bows just touched, another twenty comin'

Fresh as fuck in a foreign, look like homecomin'

Ayy, niggas blackballin', bitch, I'm trap hoggin'

My niggas came Scat, my other nigga Trackhawkin'

Fah-fah-fah, E hoppin' out often

Another pack got me coughin'

Nigga, I can't stop trappin', boy, this shit a habit

Fiends knockin' at the door, I told lil' bro he can have 'em

Ayy, I ain't gotta write no more

P froze, he ain't gotta rock his ice no more

[Chorus: Pros AP]

Niggas thinkin' I won't— alright

Niggas thinkin' I won't up it 'til he comin' out his kit

You ain't gangster, you let a nigga take you out your wrist

Get your rank up, hop in that strike and take a hit

Nigga, I got— alright

Nigga, I got motion, can't you tell by the pants? (Mike Amiri)

In the kitchen spinnin' tracks, watch the fiends do they dance

Spinnin' Tracks on they block, spin again and again

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]

I got lotta different bitches on me

Hit the bitch in the backroom and pass her to my homie

Rollin' 'za in the Backwood, I might get like Kobe

Just know that I ain't passin' shit

I just threw the ones with him 'cause I ain't have the stick

A nigga beat my ass, I swear to God, I'm joggin' to the whip

Widebody Hellcat, no foggers on this bitch

Bitch pussy wet as hell, I'm fallin' in her shit

I'm mad as hell I fucked her like that, she callin' me for dick

You seen me just post a microphone, stop callin' me for shit

Yeah, Palm Angel t-shirt with the shark on it

In the middle the street with a heat tryna park somethin'

Ain't nobody got no 'Wood? I'm tryna spark somethin'

Aim the cam and press the red button, I'm tryna Sprk somethin'

Burnt the tires in the Scat Pack, you see the sparks from it

Lil' bitch sent her Cash App because I'm cart punchin'

Seen her pic, know she bad 'cause I don't heart nothin'

Sold him Percs out a grocery bag, got his heart pumpin'

I thought Pros had the switch on him, he had the Arp dumpin'

Nigga, AKA an ARP

Micro Drac' chase you down and whip just like Baby D

.308s out the RPK look like baby feet

Beat a bitch down for three weeks straight, now she Baby E

Don't know why she thought she was gettin' dick, I'm finna break her knees

[Outro: Babyfxce E]

It's with an X, nigga

Fxce