[Intro]

You wanna go to war? We can go to war

[Verse]

Glock 17, and it got a beam

Walk up in the party, buddy, please don't make a scene

Shoutout to my P.O., yeah, he let me sip the lean

And I got them big bucks in these Greg Lauren jeans

Fed his ass some percs, turned his ass to a fiend

I went universal, I put Chrome Hearts on my tee

His bitch playin’ mommy, yeah, she let me suck the tit

I was down bad, yeah, I could barely eat

I ran through his pockets, I put Prada on my feet

I ain't tryna link up, I ain't tryna meet

Came in with a Tesla, Draco in the backseat

Got his pussy ass runnin’ like a track meet

I can't hang with you, yeah, bitch, I'm too elite

I just wrote up scripture 'cause I know that's what you need

Finesse him out his funds, yeah, bitch, I play for keeps

You can't sip my lean, you not on my team

Shootin' shit for fun, yeah, you jumpin' like a bean

Flexin’ on his ass, yeah, my pockets real mean

Heard you lost a pack, then you out of luck

Glocky drum mag, bitch, you better duck

You just wifed a gnat that I used to fuck

Styrofoam cup, better double-up

Pass my bro the cup, tell him, "Pour me up"

Always break bread with my lil’ pups

They gon' want your head if you set me up

His pockets looking dead, yeah, they looking rough