text: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
  Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
  Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
  Its the big stepper , 4L repper 
  Hit him with a twenty-piece, ranch lemon pepper 
  Black Air Force 1s dancing with the devil 
  His wifey trouble, thot was finna cut her, I pulled out a rubber
  Opps tried to slide on my brother, had to up that cutter
  When its smoke, we huddle, so many shots, damn near shot each other
  AR st-st-stutter, Draco brown, look like peanut butter
  Dont play tic-tac-toe or tit-for-tat, nigga, this aint that 
  He was talking gangster on them tracks til I got him whacked
  Glizzy with the switch and it go splat, aint no ducking that
  Yall be smoking make-believe opps, we be smoking, facts
  We be smoking gang after gang, cock it back and bang
  21 4L, thats what I claim, let your nuts hang
  We dont shoot at houses, we hit brains, yall lil niggas lame
  Fell in love with them chopper sounds, Waka Flocka Flame
  Slidin
  Lookin for the opps, they been hidin
  I grew up round drugs, sex, and violence
  We turnt off they street, we heard sirens
  Since a juvenile, I been wildin
  Chrome Heart jeans got me stylin
  Said he wanted smoke, now he joggin
  While you was in college I was robbin 
  Everybody run to they car 
  You aint gon make it that far 
  Walk down with an AR 
  We keep shit in the street 
  They gon put it on the bar 
  Yall niggas talking on pillows
  All my Glocks got dildos 
  Take your bank like Cee-Lo 
  Draco bite, mosquito 
  Yall niggas corny, Frito 
  Kel-Tec hot, it shoot Cheeto 
  Yall be talking that rah-rah 
  You aint finna rob-rob me, though 
  He went against me, he gone
  Step on him, I put my feet on him 
  I just made an opp do the running man 
  Keep an FN in my Cullinan 
  Still aint met a bitch that Id cuff again 
  Still aint met a bitch that Id kiss 
  He was talking crazy, he got blick 
  Savage keep a token, John Wick 
  Shoot him in the back like he Rick 
  Playing freeze tag, niggas it 
  Slidin
  Lookin for the opps, they been hidin
  I grew up round drugs, sex, and violence
  We turnt off they street, we heard sirens
  Since a juvenile, I been wildin
  Chrome Heart jeans got me stylin
  Said he wanted smoke, now he joggin
  While you was in college I was robbin 
  When your vision is crystal clear, they say its razor-sharp
  A focused mind is said to be like a knife, but the scalpel is wisdom
  All one can do is accept that life is a double-edged sword
  Stay on the edge