Verse 1: Retro JB

When we run up on you better duck

Ain’t no dissing I don’t give a fuck

Them bitches they knowing wassup

Ima big dog lil n*gga you a pup

She ride on my Dick like a Horse

With the Whip he jumped out the Porsche

We riding deep no Honda Accord

Can’t fuck no n*ggas they bores

Do a Murder this is a Killzone

Your homies you probably don snitched on

For the Summer had to put the drip on

That’s your bitch well I guess you did wrong

Glock 26 get a n*gga knocked off

Running through Walls like Hot Sauce

Bad Bitches wanna get a n*gga topped off

She in the Room she said Chow Chow

Stop flexing n*gga you don lost

N*ggas talking they ain’t finna pop out

N*ggas dumb like the fuck is you doing

Im fucking 2 girls and I do it congruent

She in my bed she got to Drooling

Ball up in Queens like Patrick Ewing

I don’t want your hoe you can keep her

Got bodies on me like a reaper

My AR it still gotta peeper

You know when I shoot it’s lethal

My Brother shoot the Chopper like he stupid

Fell in love with the bag like Cupid

Let’s switch up the whip left him clueless

I switched up the whip left him clueless