[Intro]
Yo, come here
Ayy, let's get it
Ayy
Got a nigga turnt in the stu', nigga
Ayy
Ayy, man
You al— man
Fuck a nigga (Mob)
Bitch-ass nigga
Come on (Mob)
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm on my stunner shit, don't catch a round
I beat the fuck out niggas, then lil' bruh them lay you down
Like, straight to bed, get put to rest, lil' boy, don't do nothin' foul
Or I swear to God, lil' Seddy, he ain't gon' fuckin' ask you why
I'm in the backseat with 17, I ain't talkin' 'bout my Glock
That's my fuckin' brother, he had me straight when I was in that box
I know some niggas, we took they weight, now they all closing shop
A lot of niggas wanna leave me stinking, but it's gon' take some heart
[Verse 1]
Like, fuck you thinkin'? Better use your head, nigga, 'fore you lose it
Get your mans, he out going stupid
Oh, man, your nigga just died and you ain't gon' slide, how the fuck you a shooter?
Opp-ass nigga just hopped on live, been all outside like I ain't gon' do it
He calling me pussy, get wet like a sewer
I stay on the block and I run with a shooter
[?][0:59] in the kitchen, he makin' that chicken, the scrapin' so loud, it sound like a rooster
Wakin' me up, then I'm back to the usual
I put on my tee and a Glock with a ruler
I fuck with three hoes, red bitch cuter
Stayin' to the G code, do no telling
Folks'll say ma dukes do voodoo, but I just need this Glock to stretch 'em
Stand over something
Stand for something
Fall for nothing
I'ma hit whoever running
First nigga that I see, I'm dumping
Headshots, I don't want your stomach
Red light, he got caught in public
Stalk him out, catch him when he clubbing
Come here, baby, put dick in her tummy
You know she nuttin'
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm on my stunner shit, don't catch a round
I beat the fuck out niggas, then lil' bruh them lay you down
Like, straight to bed, get put to rest, lil' boy, don't do nothin' foul
Or I swear to God, lil' Seddy, he ain't gon' fuckin' ask you why
I'm in the backseat with 17, I ain't talkin' 'bout my Glock
That's my fuckin' brother, he had me straight when I was in that box
I know some niggas, we took they weight, now they all closing shop
A lot of niggas wanna leave me stinking, but it's gon' take some heart
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I got no heart like Tony Stark
That SRT a push to start
But it's stolen
Bitch, them forty shells hot, go and ask your brodie
Bitch, I knock the doors off fuckin' cars and leave it smoking
Grab my bitch by her throat
Open wide, now she choke
Niggas act like hoes, on fake pages out here trolling
Money on your head, so to me, that bitch a trophy
Cutter chop your dreads, fuck you up, you got a [?][2:05]
[?] go to church. but the bitch was out here loafing
All black, mask on, suited up, you know I [?][2:12]
I don't take no fucking cash out, bitch, it's cash only
Fuckin' the shit out a bitch, remember she would she act like she ain't know me
Back the fuck up, nigga, don't act like you don't know me
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm on my stunner shit, don't catch a round
I beat the fuck out niggas, then lil' bruh them lay you down
Like, straight to bed, get put to rest, lil' boy, don't do nothin' foul
Or I swear to God, lil' Seddy, he ain't gon' fuckin' ask you why
I'm in the backseat with 17, I ain't talkin' 'bout my Glock
That's my fuckin' brother, he had me straight when I was in that box
I know some niggas, we took they weight, now they all closing shop
A lot of niggas wanna leave me stinking, but it's gon' take some heart
