[Chorus: RDE Diff]

Get him gone (bop bop bop bop bop bop)

We did him wrong (ball, drop kick, boom)

Yeah, ooh we kicked him far (oh shit, god damn)

I think he was just at the bar

Cmon now, yeah he think he spitting bars

Cmon now, let’s go shoot at the park

Nah I said let’s do it tomorrow

That weed gun is what his shooters borrow

His shooters don’t shoot because they show sorrow

Swing my hair back like a rockstar (like a rockstar)

Fuck 12, I ain’t talking about a cop car (about a cop car)

[Verse 1: RDE Luhh Monsta]

How the fuck he come up missing? Like a pack we get it gone

Smoke his ass up in this blunt, this ain’t no loud, we call it strong

He got hit just like a baseball, ripped just like a bong

Swear my list for songs from Luhh Monsta, on my phone getting long

Smoking on this gas, I feel like I’m in space

I won’t talk behind your back, I’d rather spit up in your face

I ain’t smoking no street weed, no chances being laced

Cause that’s my life up on the line, you play with that I’ll catch a case

[Chorus: RDE Diff]

Get him gone (bop bop bop bop bop bop)

We did him wrong (ball, drop kick, boom)

Yeah, ooh we kicked him far (oh shit, god damn)

I think he was just at the bar

Cmon now, yeah he think he spitting bars

Cmon now, let’s go shoot at the park

Nah I said let’s do it tomorrow

That weed gun is what his shooters borrow

His shooters don’t shoot because they show sorrow

Swing my hair back like a rockstar (like a rockstar)

Fuck 12, I ain’t talking about a cop car (about a cop car)

[Verse 2: RDE Diff]

I got my beanie on, I still feel like a tweaker

When I come to your city, you know I am the speaker

Back in 6th grade I was tryna fuck up on the teacher

Pulled up, cut the headlights off, I think that was the reaper

How you say you standing on business but you really just a benchwarmer?

How you say you fucking bitches but you can’t even make the bitch horny

Bitch sit down, hoe get down

Hoe get out, about to be lost and found

[Chorus: RDE Diff]

Get him gone (bop bop bop bop bop bop)

We did him wrong (ball, drop kick, boom)

Yeah, ooh we kicked him far (oh shit, god damn)

I think he was just at the bar

Cmon now, yeah he think he spitting bars

Cmon now, let’s go shoot at the park

Nah I said let’s do it tomorrow

That weed gun is what his shooters borrow

His shooters don’t shoot because they show sorrow

Swing my hair back like a rockstar (like a rockstar)

Fuck 12, I ain’t talking about a cop car (about a cop car)