[Intro]

Aye, aye, look

What it do man

Yo what it do man

Aye, look, aye

[Verse 1]

We might get hit with the Rico (aye)

We might get hit with the plug

And WIll ain’t the plug if you ain’t got no kilos

If he do then I’m coming through with my fucking dibo

Off my muhfuckin' debo

And I ride around with my pistol like that shit is legal (oh)

That’s game I only feel Ceelo (Ceelo)

Finesse him, he dumb as finito (nito)

The way that I shoot is like curry

Cause i be a mess when I let off this trio (thirty)

Wildin’ I feel like I’m Stevo (Stevo)

You actor boy, you Benny Siegel (Siegel)

And no I don’t brag about licks that I hit

Cause I keep all my shit on the D low (on the D low)

I do not care what you say to me

You ain’t the man you portray to be

Finna come through with my plan

You just wait and see

Gotta wait patiently

I move from A to B

Balling like I’m on a couch on Fader 3

Up in the stew cooking up like a bakery

You think you know me but you just mistaking me

Part of the reasons why niggas keep hating me

They gon’ hate more when they realise they time up

They will stop blowing my muhfuckin’ line up

So many bitches I can’t make my mind up

But focused on bitches, go fuck your whole grind up

Jump outta line and they eat all you rind up

You believe everything you see and fine up

Resume, awol man you can search line up

So much weight on me I’m fucking my spine up

I been up cotting and scheming like Rico

I wanna come up like I’m Al Pacino

These niggas bluffing, they joke is enough

And they pull out, they call like I’m at a casino

I’m finna blow like some muhfuckin’ C-4

Yeah they all know I’m the one like I’m Neyo

Fuck my old judge and my muhfuckin’ PO

They want me up in the hole like I’m zero

[Verse 2]

Whoa niggas be rattin’ like Rico

And that’s why I stay with the metal magneto

I aim at your brain, it go bang, you finito

I wrap up the beef with some shells, no burrito

Hey here’s what she say my dick dope like a kilo

She wet and she green I should call that bitch Mio

She lost in her feelings, might call that bitch Nemo

If life is a gamble your bitch a casino

Where’s my hero

Bitches be wildin’ for cool points (wha)

These ain’t my hoes, these be school joints (school joints)

I got a bitch that can take it

But it’s not my bitch, it’s my fake sis (hey sis)

Don’t put me on Snap when you take pics (whoa)

My niggas might get your ass beat

You was her MC Monday but catch up

I fucked that bitch last week

And that lil’ bitch she a fuck freak (mwah)

I’m all her buns like some lunch meat (mwah)

And tell that lil’ boy if he want beef (bllllr)

We got them troubles like buck teeth

Boy I been on murder for ages (on murder)

Since snitches was making front pages (shhs)

I beat your cous up on stage

Your nigga still go to R ages

I bet your blame is

Add this new crank once you play this

You know this shit rocking like Trayvis

Shit, I meant Traviss

Dope got me out like an addict (that’s cool)

Rap niggas looking so tragic

I’m only 18 making plays like it’s madness

Fly like the rug on Aladdin

Man I be spazzing, niggas say he gonna rob me

I wish he would I could cap him

Can’t let that happen

40 like bitches, with plain reaction

They get to clapping

Man fuck the beat acapella stay rapping

Man fuck the records the trap is still slapping whoa

Aye they try to do me like Rico, aye

Leave my shit dead on the street though, aye

You are a bitch and a beef hoe

Police says you are a CO

Wanna come outside on the street though

I’m at your front door with red pains for the people

He up in court like he shooting a freak though

But let me say less

I’m done with this beat though, whoa