[Intro]

Baow, Baow, Baow

Baow, Baow, Baow

Don’t try to reach on an Like…

Yo K Five, you made this

550!

[Chorus]

Don’t try to reach on an All-Star player, ‘cause that’s how you losing your life. If you with your bitch, word to bro, I’ma spray her like… Bullets be hitting like Mike. O-on the hand, got the G on my right. Creep up, I’m trying to bend through the night. P-popping through cuts, trying to flick it on sight. Face shot, I put that nigga on Skype

[Verse 1]

Like, why the fuck did you go?

Shower head thoughts, thinking ‘bout the bro. R-rainy days, a trooper through the snow. Like, you cannot fuck with a 550. (550!) If it’s that, then nigga let me know. I got Nina beside me if I gotta throw. If the boys right there, on bro, I’m getting low. Acting bad with the Deucey, I’ma let it blow. C-can’t hang with the gang, you a poser. I can’t miss, so I’m getting up closer. Young nigga, but I still flock at the olders. If I get my hands on a G, then it’s over. [?] Bullets ain’t cheap, they bigger than a boulder. Drive-by, I’m trying to flick at the motor. G got a kick, so I’m shaking my shoulder. Lean G2 stuck in my jeans. Like I don’t gotta say what I’ve done for my team. Every shot that I throw in a block of green

[Verse 2]

L-late night, better duck from the beam. .48 too elite, it’s not what it seems. Had to bend through they block just to let off some steam. .40 cal in my belt, not a regular G. Flaming the gun, bullets hot like a kettle. Get trapped in a box. I’mma knock out his dental. G-Grinch every day, word to bro, I won’t settle. If I got to, I’ma start clapping the metal. All black tee, I’mma shoot through his fellow. Swimming through traffic, we in the rental. Bro getting low from the .38 Special. Niggas down on the board, get on my level

[Verse 3]

Ran Rick, I’m ducking from the D to fuck with a rapper. [?] Black tint, I’m flocking out the V. Makk in his car, he thought I was a Bee. Trooping all day in 38°. In the winter, I’ma start flocking the heat

Every shot that I throw gon’, brodie gon’ repeat. Step back, I had to go for the three. T-troop with a ski and the hoodie on, with the A with a G. Make a boogie with the B-back of the Scap. Crumble as cookie. Full press, I’ma block out a rookie. Think you tough till I give you a nuggie y'all live on the Gram, y’all niggas pussy. R.I.P. bro, I’m wishing that they took me. I got some shit that would knock out a bully

[Chorus]

Don’t try to reach on an All-Star player, ‘cause that’s how you losing your life. If you with your bitch, word to bro, I’ma spray her like… Bullets be hitting like Mike. O-on the hand, got the G on my right. Creep up, I’m trying to bend through the night. Popping through cuts, trying to flick it on sight. Face shot, I put that nigga on Skype

[Outro]

I put the nigga on. Like, like I put the nigga on Skype. I like open my hand with the G on my right. Fah, Fah, Fah