text: Ooh
  No, no, no
  No, no
  In peace , may you rest 
  Never ever shoot below the neck 
  You a rookie , Im a vet 
  Thats why I got a Glock, you got a TEC 
  Not checkers , this chess 
  I flooded out my Patek with baguettes
  I curve Tiffany , for Jess 
  Need to get myself together, Im a mess 
  In Bikini Bottom, I’m with Sandy 
  Moesha keep on drinkin all the brandy 
  Keisha eat the molly like its candy 
  Bodyslam a nigga like Im Randy 
  Yeah, Im a hot hitter 
  Im a guap getter 
  Leave a thot bitter 
  Get your block hit up
  Oh, you think you in a group? Get that shit split up 
  Tryna suck me layin down, I make that bitch sit up 
  Yeah, hot box, dirty stick, case closed 
  We grill beef, nigga, charcoal 
  Sellin pussy, her vajay-jay got a barcode 
  These broke ass niggas need Jobco 
  Used to use EBT to get seafood 
  Now I Uber Eats when I want Kiku 
  She wanna hang out and let the gang G you 
  Metro worth a lot of M’s, nigga, me too 
  Hangin’ off my earlobes is a rock 
  Hangin off my waistline is a Glock 
  The body in that casket was a opp 
  I don’t throw no bottles, I throw shots 
  All this drip on me, I need a mop 
  Balenciaga boxers and the socks 
  I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht 
  Finna drown in em, dawg, finna drown in em 
  Last altercation, got a hundred rounds in him 
  All my spots got a lot of bloodhounds in em 
  Ain’t no furniture, its just a lot of pounds in em 
  Percs, soft, hard, and I got the brown in em 
  Word to bombaclaat, shotta, we dont ramp in em 
  Edgewood, Glenwood, Bouldercrest and the Hamp with em 
  Got a lot of sticks, you can get stamped with em 
  Tryna mediate the beef, you get found with em 
  All these chains, rest in peace to Harriet Tubman 
  Niggas broke cause they doin too much clubbin 
  Cashed out on all my cars cause Im stubborn 
  Zone 6 against the world, thats how Im comin 
  I came out the womb, I was thuggin 
  Aint no fistfights, niggas uppin 
  Rappers say they want smoke, but they bluffin 
  When you see em face-to-face, it aint nothin 
  Hangin off my earlobes is a rock 
  Hangin off my waistline is a Glock 
  The body in that casket was a opp 
  I dont throw no bottles, I throw shots 
  All this drip on me, I need a mop 
  Balenciaga boxers and the socks 
  I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht 
  I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht
  You know, I was racin down the highway earlier today, ridin down 20
  I happened to see a nigga I robbed back in the day
  You know what? He was happy to see me