[Intro]

(Ahh, ahh ahh ahh)

(It's gon' blow yo brain)

(Glocky with a switchy it's gon' blow yo brain)

[Chorus]

Who this nigga feelin' like?

We got campfire bitch fuck the blanket

She got too much attitude, to late to change it

I just want to tell my bitch, "we made it"

Who here got the three-five, well J did

[Verse]

I don't wanna see that young nigga in them chains again

All they hoes they followers rockin' new Js, new trends

5.56 gon' put 'em in the pavement

Changes, why these hoes changing?

Why these hoes blaming?

Nights come with pain finished

Rolls Royce switching lanes

I got her with switchy blow yo brain

Can't fuck with ho bitches thеy insane

Perc', came to boot up

Drugs thеy help to slow me down, but I refuse to shoot up

I ain't scared that nigga keep a Nerf gun to tucked

It ain't doin nun', I got two guns

It's the kid bro

Mix up in all black like Rambo

It's a skill doe

Why you get them pills though?

Whack him with a pillow

Blow this shit like ear though

Nigga fell for that scam, thought we made shit real though

I got 5.56s they fuck up yo chin though

I'm the All-American, I was playing football

Feel like All-American, feel like I'm in Crenshaw

We got Glocks and switches

We got hella bitches and hoes

Bullet talk fast he already know

And that shit gave him toe tags

Final sales, you can't get yo ho back

Thought he made bail but he in need of more racks

[Chorus]

Who this nigga feelin' like?

We got campfire bitch fuck the blanket

She got too much attitude, to late to change it

I just want to tell my bitch, "we made it"

Who here got the three-five, well J did