[Intro]
Ay ay ay
[Chorus]
In the 392
How you say you not fuckin', got on Daisy Dukes?
I ain't no regular rapper, these bullets'll tackle, so get out the way when I shoot
I don't play with my food
If I call ABP, better know he gon' do what it do
Since his ass wanna be famous, got hit with a banger and now his whole face on the news
[Verse 1]
Can't be nice I like my bitches rude
Bet this Glock make him change up his mood
I can't give you no money
You bitches be funny you better go back to your dude
He play gangsta and think that it's cool
Give her dick now she screaming out oooo
I might pull out the camera
We goin banana she givin me brain like the school
When we done tell that lil hoe to get on
F A L and we don't need to put on and you live for the media
I on' really post cuz they like how I put that shit on
On the run gonna get me a flip phone
You ain't bigger than me on your tiptoes
I ain't shoot in the crowd
Rather walk his ass down
When i up it your ass better get low
Need a bag come and buy you a method
Designer drill we still hitting shit up in giuseppe
Say he a problem I'm testing
We sliding through 3 different guns
Ed, edd, and eddie
I got the sauce like some dressing
He wanna smoke and now he in the box like a session
Running it up I ain't resting
I blow a wood to the face cuz it keep me from stressing
You niggas steppin' we stompin'
My bitch she bright like a orange but got ass like a pumpkin
No donuts but we really dunking
I'm the big man in the paint make a play like I'm dunkin'
If you ain't suckin' I ain't comin'
Keep me a stick like I play for the band I ain't drumming
I burn my fingers from the thumbin
We was just broke and Tre Loaded made somethin' outta nothin
[Chorus]
In the 392
How you say you not fuckin', got on Daisy Dukes?
I ain't no regular rapper, these bullets'll tackle, so get out the way when I shoot
I don't play with my food
If I call ABP, better know he gon' do what it do
Since his ass wanna be famous, got hit with a banger and now his whole face on the news
[Verse 2]
Baby, come fuck with a cheater, I know you an eater, ain't talking Chris Brown how I beat her
I'm hot, but I don't got a fever
I did this shit on my own, you'll follow the leader
Dope got me higher than pita
If you get put in that room you gonna fold like fajita
Touchdown, don't play no receiver
And if you up, better shoot, cut him up like a pizza
Ayy, pour a deuce in a Faygo
I got some hitters who go when I say so
Didn't have no cheese, had to switch up the payroll
And I be stretchin' these hoes like some Play-Doh
Hit from the back, put my thumb in her A-hole
Know I'm next to fly out to Barbados
With a white jawn, had to try out the mayo
You can get hit with the Glock or the Draco
Then my folks do the dash
This shit is steaming so we moving fast
Don't call my phone if it ain't bout no cash
You not gonna walk nothin down with no mask
If you seen what I seen you be ready to crash
Might not be first but not comin' in last
Whole team win when you learn how to pass
He wanted smoke had to turn it to ash
Green beam like the whole club we ready to smash
Aye and I slide with them youngin's no Rio
We really moving the weight the whole team got a plate, can't get caught if we do that's a Rico
These bitches really be fake so I can not protect, so I'd rather go fuck on a freak hoe
I stay away from them snakes and I'm all about cake
I just want you to cheat like a Cheeto
[Chorus]
In the 392
How you say you not fuckin', got on Daisy Dukes?
I ain't no regular rapper, these bullets'll tackle, so get out the way when I shoot
I don't play with my food
If I call ABP, better know he gon' do what it do
Since his ass wanna be famous, got hit with a banger and now his whole face on the news
[Outro]
Ay ay
Ay and now his whole face on the news
Ay ay ay we leaving an M in the pool
Ay ay ay now he dead cuz he played with the dude
Ay yeah Loaded gang no cap