[Chorus]

Flipping a pie we running the block for real, yeah

And if he wilding he can get shot for real, yeah

I pray my dawg he gets his appeal

We like the navy we up in the field

He can get shot for real

He can get popped like he was a pill

[Verse 1]

She gonna treat me like the man

Roney the big dawg with a plan

She got her face down for the bands

She said her friends saying she a fan

I got a bag of bitches relax

They be the baddest bitches it's facts

He need to learn send that boy to class

Little nigga better focus on his math, focus

Ride it, that lil' bitch she pilot

Sinners, wilding

We give out work consignment

If he don't pay back we find him

Bad lil' ting gon' line him

Burner that came with a silence

So you won't hear a thing when we sliding

Do a hit like 007

Treat a opp like a damn lil' peasant

Didn't cry when I got my sentence

Ron dawg I'm too independent

I'ma get my money start ghosting

Pockets on strong Hulk Hogan

That stick it stays in the denim

Put your man on game he lofting

[Chorus]

Flipping a pie we running the block for real, yeah

And if he wilding he can get shot for real, yeah

I pray my dawg he gets his appeal

We like the navy we up in the field

He can get shot for real

He can get popped like he was a pill

[Verse 2]

Pop him, do the boy dirt so rotten

Often, run up these bands so often

Man they put my mans in a coffin

Now it's up and there's no long talking

Got 12 lil' shells in the cartridge

He a goon, what's a goon to a martian

Run up a cheque, step on a neck

Won't settle for less just give me respect

He wanna flex like he make a mess

But he won't invest in 40's and Tec's

That little bullet go right through your chest

He begging for breath, but there's nothing left

Shorty she wild she begging for sex

Opp think I'm dumb but I'm playing chess

Run up with drums playing a set

I made her guess

She know I'm young but I'm gonna fuck like a vet', mhmm

Just know who you next to

Girl I want you, be my next boo

I'm far from simple

Come see what I been through

[Chorus]

Flipping a pie we running the block for real, yeah

And if he wilding he can get shot for real, yeah

I pray my dawg he gets his appeal

We like the navy we up in the field

He can get shot for real

He can get popped like he was a pill

[Outro]

He can get shot for real

He can get popped for real

Pop him like he was a pill

My niggas doing the drills

My niggas doing the