[Intro]

Uh, bullet gon' change his posture

(I don't need to be saved)

Uh, Mani got dreads like a rasta

Aye, bullet got change his, yeah

Aye, bullet gon' change his posture

[Chorus]

Bullet gon' change his posture

We finna' cook him up just like it's pasta

Mani got dreads like a rasta

Talking bout' money, then I got a lot of it

I'm in the trap and I'm serving like all of it

Yeah, the bullet finna hit his head

Walk in this hoe, and I'm looking sped

I feel like Carti that's whole lotta red

Bullet gon' change his posture

We finna' cook him up just like it's pasta

Mani got dreads likе a rasta

Talking bout' money, then I got a lot of it

I'm in the trap and I'm sеrving like all of it

Yeah, the bullet finna hit his head

Walk in this hoe, and I'm looking sped

I feel like Carti that's whole lotta red

[Verse 1]

Uh, yeah I got that bullet it finna hit him in his leg

Uh, aye, stop talking on the gang you gon' be dead

Uh, I told my bro to chill, he keep on taking meds

All of my bruddas go up, countin' bread

I don't want drama, I stay to myself

Aye, yeah, run up on me you gon' need some help

Yeah, C-call up my brudda he stay in the field

Talking on gang now you killed

[Chorus]

Bullet gon' change his posture

We finna' cook him up just like it's pasta

Mani got dreads like a rasta

Talking bout' money, then I got a lot of it

I'm in the trap and I'm serving like all of it

Yeah, the bullet finna hit his head

Walk in this hoe, and I'm looking sped

I feel like Carti that's whole lotta red

Bullet gon' change his posture

We finna' cook him up just like it's pasta

Mani got dreads like a rasta

Talking bout' money, then I got a lot of it

I'm in the trap and I'm serving like all of it

Yeah, the bullet finna hit his head

Walk in this hoe, and I'm looking sped

I feel like Carti that's whole lotta red

[Verse 2]

Uh, all of my bro's got a whole lotta packs

Uh, yeah, that hoe a thot, I don't want that

Uh, yeah, I'm in a LA, and I chill with the slat

Yeah, brodie on pills he taking them flats

Hitting my brother, we finna spin back

Run up on me then we cracking yo head

Call up my brother, he leaving you dead

Yeah, I said what I said

Nigga run up he get put in the bed

Tryna rup up, you dead, yeah don't try to flex

[Chorus]

Bullet gon' change his posture

We finna' cook him up just like it's pasta

Mani got dreads like a rasta

Talking bout' money, then I got a lot of it

I'm in the trap and I'm serving like all of it

Yeah, the bullet finna hit his head

Walk in this hoe, and I'm looking sped

I feel like Carti that's whole lotta red