[Intro]

Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah uh, yeah, gang, go, go, go, go

[Verse One: Splitzismyname]

I got the game wrapped up

Red Bottom my jeans, never gave no fuck

This bitch on my line, told her shut the fuck up

I pull up with Glocks, that nigga gon' duck

Pull up with the stompers, you getting snuck

Pull up to your block, and I got a buck

And just like a chicken, nigga go cluck

I whip in that Tonka, whip in that truck

Pull up on block, I got the bands, bands, bands, bands

Nigga don't know what I'm sayin'

Pull up on block, slide the opps

Pull up on your bitch, she suckin' my cock

Walk in that bitch with my cutter

I'm dumpin' these bodies, one after another

That's my dawg, that's my brother

If I cannot find him, I shoot at his mother

I got the Glock on me

The chopper on me, I'll make it sing

The diamonds on me and thеy go bling bling

Look at lil' brodie, he wanna be mе

I can't see my haters just like Stevie

He slide on my block, put him on TV

That bitch is so stupid, she think she played me

These niggas they hate me, they wanna hang me

I go with the flow, I kick in the bell

That nigga, he broke, he talk through zelle

That nigga gon' snitch, that nigga gon' tell

Make that nigga fly, that nigga propel

An FN on me if a nigga want beef

He talk on the net, nigga, we can go meet

The .38 on me and now he asleep

The VVS diamonds all these niggas see

I'm finna slide through

I got the diamonds all over my wrist

The [?] diamonds I spent on my bitch

Put a beam on the Glock and that's why I don't miss

I pull up to his block and I'm lighting his shit

And that nigga a pussy, bitch he got a clit

And we getting real lit and we lighting this shit

And I chill at his crib and I'm piping his bitch (Let's Go)

[Verse Two: AceeMP3]

I got a shooter, he making it hit

Talking too dirty, get hit with the clip

We making him run, yeah we making him dip

Yeah, I'm fucking this bitch and I nut on her lip

I'm all in the kitty, I play with her cat

N- talk crazy, get hit with the MAC

We ain't playing no games, we pull up and scrap

We spinnin' your block and we making it lag

I'm getting the bag and I'm fuckin' it up

I'm sippin' this codeine, it's making me stuck

You pull up on us and you gonna get struck

He tried to run, but he ran out of luck

You talk on the net, but you not gonna show

You still tryna rap, but you stealin' my flow

I got a Glock and I'm letting it blow

Talk shit on Splitz and he's upping the pole

She lovin' on me cause I'm doing her better

I got a Glock and it's under my sweater

Your bitch is obsessed cause she's sending me letters

She all up [?] cause I'm making her wetter (Wetter)