[Intro]

Yeah

Yeah, hold on

This finna go too crazy

Let's fucking go

Yeah

[Verse]

Looked him in the eyes when I murdered him

Pat just like Dave Blunts, he always got some purple stuff

We like Nascars, we spun in that circuit, huh

Unc still shooting, he old as hell, that boy 31

High as hell and I'm flying like a bird or sum'n

Can't let the police pull us over, we got thirty guns

Why you flexing and you broke? Go to work lil' bruh

I'm sitting in my house high as hell smoking terps and stuff

A nigga tried to press charges on me, got the first punch

Money means I was even with Jesus at the first lunch

Packed her up with Methamphetamine, that was my first slut

Opp's said the finna kill me, you ain't finna thirst once

Sip you like some liquor, bitch nigga, put you in red cup

I told him that he should've stopped dissing with his dead butt

Made him look like my Hellcat, I gave him red guts

Squigga made that song and I think that that's his best one

Made a fat ass batch of French Percs, had to test one

He really wanted to fight, one-two, Pat just slept him

That nigga ran and got away? Nah, we finna get him

Had your boy on a couple of drills, we had to rent him

Made your nigga switch sides just got more fire power

How this Za' got me in the sky, I'm a sugar glider

I'm rich as hell even on Fortnite, I got the secret glider

I piped her but she wouldn't let go, I swear I couldn't fight her

Your bitch was looking at these gold chains, now I'm all inside her

Every time I get mad, tell her to leave, that bitch get excited

Every word that comes out of my mouth, you know it's getting cited

I went and copped my bitch a BBL then I didn't like it

She thought that I was cheating 'cause of my songs, but I didn't write it

Bae, I didn't write it

Hold on, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah