[Chorus]

Clip full, I hop out I get to dumpin'

I came too far in this shit, 'lil bruh, I cannot stop for nothing

Baby girl, I'm not worried 'bout you, I won't do no cuffing

Talking on the net, catch his ass in real life, he ducking

Man down, bitch I shoot with aim, bitch, I shoot precise

I can't give no handout, but I can give you advice

And I keep that strap on my fucking hip, like a dyke

[Verse]

My life had went left, when I was locked in, this shit went right

I don't need no Glock, I can beat your ass, like Fight Night

Like it's Minecraft, push up to your block with Dynamite

Talking on my fam? Oh that mean you tryna die tonight

And I say "Goddamn", I walk up in the room everybody know who I am

I call 'Lil Pint, we roll for opp, we spin like ceiling fan

And we don't give a damn, just push up face to face, I don't do that shit on Instagram

I run a strict program, my money tall like Abraham

You come around now that I'm up, 'lil bro, you not my fam

I need some real folks around me, who ain't gon' switch up

And if you try and leech on me, then you get cut

And no, these niggas know me, I feel like Kobe

She steady tryna bring up shit, man, that's the old me

I'm going up, I know they mad, that they can't hold me

I pray for days like this, I pray for times like this (On God)

And I know that you's a fucking fake, you fucking fraud

I feel like I'ma great god, striking with lightning rod

I ain't gon' go argue back and forth, I ain't gon' fight with y'all

These hoes be broke asking for bread, I tell them "Hell nah"

I did this shit up by my self, I really made it now

I'm tryna get rich and have kids, then pass it down

It's that bitch, I'm king now, give me my fucking crown

You thinking shit gon' fly this way? You better turn around

[Chorus]

Clip full, I hop out I get to dumpin'

I came too far in this shit, 'lil bruh, I cannot stop for nothing

Baby girl, I'm not worried 'bout you, I won't do no cuffing

Talking on the net, catch his ass in real life, he ducking

Man down, bitch I shoot with aim, bitch, I shoot precise

I can't give no handout, but I can give you advice

And I keep that strap on my fucking hip, like a dyke

[Outro]

Clip full, I hop out I get to dumpin'

I came too far in this shit, 'lil bruh, I cannot stop for nothing

Baby girl, I'm not worried 'bout you, I won't do no cuffing

Talking on the net, catch his ass in real life, he ducking