[Intro]
I'm goin' straight in, part two
Ayy, this what they been waitin' for
So I'm finna give it to 'em
Ayy
[Chorus]
My niggas, they takin' shit like Deebo
Move wrong, shoot him like a free throw
Snatchin' everythin', leave him with zero (Leave him with zero)
Turnt up, bitch, I'm back in beast mode (Beast mode)
If he play, he get hit with a hollow
I clutch on a nine, no Rajon Rondo (No Rajon Rondo)
Money callin', gotta go get the pesos
Sippin' on Hi-Tech, no Karo
Leave you with zero like Westbrook
I'm fuckin' your ho, your bitch took
Zino strapped in the back while I'm countin' up
We stay havin' racks, they mad at that
Finesse for that sack, bitch, give it up
He say hе gon' run up, well, try your luck
These bullеts gon' fly, you better duck
I be so damn high, I'm high as fuck (Ayy)
[Verse 1]
I got too many hoes, can't trip over thots (Can't trip over thots)
Hottest youngin, bitch, I got the streets hot (Bitch, I got the streets hot)
They askin' me when I'ma drop (When I'ma drop)
Them other niggas thought that I went pop (Thought that I went pop)
I came in the game, got this shit on lock (On lock)
I know they wanna see a nigga flop (Ayy, ayy)
But somehow, bitch, I'm still on top (Ayy)
Droppin' back-to-back, this shit never stop
And my diamonds on froze
Neck so cold, I'm strapped with that pole
These niggas ain't know what I'm on
They got me back in my zone
This stupid ho blowin' my phone (Stupid ho blowin' my phone)
She just won't leave me alone (She just won't leave me alone)
Hit her one time, then I'm gone
I know I did the bitch wrong, but fuck it
She wanna argue, I ain't got time for fussin' (I ain't got time for fussin')
This shit that I'm smokin' so musty (Ayy)
If he run up, like a toilet, we flush him (We flush him)
These bullets gon' burn like Usher (Like Usher)
Hit him three times, make him stutter (Make him stutter)
Melt his bitch-ass like some butter (Like some butter)
Whoever help him get hit with thunder
After that, we posted up on the corner
[Chorus]
My niggas, they takin' shit like Deebo
Move wrong, shoot him like a free throw
Snatchin' everythin', leave him with zero (Leave him with zero)
Turnt up, bitch, I'm back in beast mode (Beast mode)
If he play, he get hit with a hollow
I clutch on a nine, no Rajon Rondo (No Rajon Rondo)
Money callin', gotta go get the pesos
Sippin' on Hi-Tech, no Karo
Leave you with zero like Westbrook
I'm fuckin' your ho, your bitch took
Zino strapped in the back while I'm countin' up
We stay havin' racks, they mad at that
Finesse for that sack, bitch, give it up
He say he gon' run up, well, try your luck
These bullets gon' fly, you better duck
I be so damn high, I'm high as fuck, ayy
[Verse 2]
Remember them days we was starvin'
Kickin' doors, stealin' TVs out apartments
Now I count hundreds and fifties, no dollars
If a nigga move wrong, then we gon' pop him (We gon' pop him)
We ain't finna do none of that arguin' (Uh-uh)
Hop in the booth, then I go retarded (Go retarded)
Smoke good gas, smellin' like someone farted (Someone farted)
And I'm poppin', nigga, no collar
I meant I'm poppin', no popcorn (Popcorn)
If you want war, we gon' wait for 'em (We gon' wait for 'em)
Gotta stay alert like an alarm
In my city, niggas dyin', I ain't goin' for it, ayy
And I'm drippin' sauce, no hot sauce (No hot sauce)
Now I'm on my shit, got 'em pissed off (Got 'em pissed off)
Young nigga shit, screamin', "Fuck the laws"
She suck my dick until her jaw lock (Ugh)
Ever since I started rappin', all these hoes gettin' attached
But fuck 'em, I just want a bag, I'm tryna count up these racks (I'm tryna count up these racks, nigga)
I came up in the trap for real (In the trap)
Started rappin', turned down my first deal (Ayy)
Play with that sack, boy, you gon' get killed (Ayy, ayy)
Chopper bullets eat you up like a meal
Hold up, I think I might pop me a pill (Pill)
They watchin' me like Dr. Phil (Dr. Phil)
Bitch, I'm strapped up like a seal (Like a seal)
Pop the top and pour me a fifth (Pour a fifth)
Drop the top and go pick up your bitch (Your bitch)
I'm a young nigga, like to pop shit (Ayy)
Make a diss, then we gon' send a blitz (Ayy, ayy)
Them shooters gon' bite like a pit', woah
Beam sit right on top your nose
Take everything, we gon' leave his ass broke
These niggas just actin', they don't really want smoke (They don't really want smoke)
If I run down on him, he gon' catch the holy ghost
Ayy, bitch, I be clean head to toe
Flow so sick, think I got a cold
Finna break in the game, nigga, no cheat code, ayy
[Outro]
Ayy
I'm back
I'm goin' straight in
Part two
Ayy
Ayy, ayy
Turn up, gang
