text: Ay Ewell, I dont want no autotune
  Yeah you know lately
  Fuck all that shit
  We been on a whole lot of gang shit you know, never lane switch
  Thats how Im comin
  Gang gang since potty train, all that shit
  Oh this how you comin too?
  Naw for real
  This a real nigga party, you cannot get in 
  Bussin out the mid , foenem off the Xans 
  I cant shake your hand , no, Im not your friend 
  I dont fuck with rappers , no Im not a fan , damn 
  Niggas really shoot, no accident 
  I cant make this shit up, I cannot pretend, damn
  And I heard you know who shot ya mans 
  You aint tryna slide so dont be actin like you is 
  Cause if you gon slide, pussy nigga then slide then 
  Let me see some fuckin shots fired then 
  Make me shoot that crib up you hidin in
  Dont wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then
  You dont wanna hear that frrtp then shhh
  Fore I sneak up on you with that pew pew pew 
  Ridin with that wish-a-nigga-would 
  This right herell turn a nigga name to a hood
  Bumped into a bitch I knew in high school
  Look, been tried to fuck you, bitch, you past due
  Remember you was dissin in the classroom
  Now you tryna top me in the bathroom
  You wasnt out here with the gang bitch you lyin
  You wasnt duckin from the 12 totin the iron
  I cant trust you bitch if you not one of mine
  We dont need no new niggas, yeah, bitch we fine
  This a real nigga party, you cannot get in 
  Bussin out the mid , foenem off the Xans 
  I cant shake your hand , no, Im not your friend 
  I dont fuck with rappers , no Im not a fan , damn
  Niggas really shoot, no accident 
  I cant make this shit up, I cannot pretend, damn
  And I heard you know who shot ya mans 
  You aint tryna slide so dont be actin like you is 
  Cause if you gon slide, pussy nigga then slide then 
  Let me see some fuckin shots fired then 
  Ayy, let me tell yall a little somethin
  Make me shoot that crib up you hidin in
  Ima talk my shit
  Dont wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then
  Let me see you slide 
  Sixth grade, on my kids, I had a deuce fire 
  Slaughter Gang, rep that dagger, dont get crucified 
  Glock 33 with the 30 hangin out, I swear my trigger finger itchin
  After the candle light, we pushin up, shoot the funeral up
  You think cause you went and tatted your face, that shit make you tough?
  Saiga-12 and I fill it with slugs, thotty got hit with a bust
  This bitch trippin tryna face time, Im tryna catch me a nut
  Roll the window down, stick the choppers out
  Fuck a diss song, nigga lets shoot it out
  Lace my boots up, put the coupes up
  Grab a hotbox, time to shoot stuff
  Savage from the 6 where they tote a lot of big shit
  Savage pop a lot of shit, like that nigga foreign clip
  Hit his car so many times, that Draco made a sunroof
  Fuck a fistfight Ima show you what these guns do 
  The streets raised me, Im a bastard 
  All these bodies wanna hire me a pastor 
  Mossberg, hit his chest and gave that nigga astma 
  Middle school to high school, I was stealin plasmas
  This a real nigga party, you cannot get in 
  Bussin out the mid , foenem off the Xans 
  I cant shake your hand , no, Im not your friend 
  I dont fuck with rappers , no Im not a fan , damn
  Niggas really shoot, no accident 
  I cant make this shit up, I cannot pretend, damn
  And I heard you know who shot ya mans 
  You aint tryna slide so dont be actin like you is 
  Cause if you gon slide, pussy nigga then slide then 
  Let me see some fuckin shots fired then 
  Make me shoot that crib up you hidin in
  Dont wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then