[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
Ss, huh, what you ridin' in? A Trackhawk Jeep
Every nigga I fuck with, they— ss, every nigga I fuck with, they use they feet
Comin' back in the game how I came (I'm on it), we gon' start by stoppin' by the trenches
We gon' start by cuttin' every nigga off that ain't handlin' fuckin' business
I remember them places them guns got buried, I remember them days them bullets flew over my head
I remember the fully— frr, frr, by my dreads
Huh, I'll give a man they props
It ain't real if hе ain't shot, should've been shot
That shit he showin', I think that's all he got
I ain't gon' liе, I seen a real trapper mad the dope boy bounced back, he punched the pot
[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
Uh, this shit done got serious, I told every nigga I love, "Don't call my phone" (They watchin' us)
This shit done got serious, no lie, all these federal phones (They tapped)
This shit got serious, I know some niggas locked by the phone (Conspiracy)
This shit got serious, I know some young niggas that'll really come chop up your home
Ss, this shit got serious, there goes a camera man, the feds behind that drone
Ss, this shit got serious, I know some niggas that's never comin' home
Huh, I'm finna upgrade all my jewelry, I'm finna turn up my links
Huh, ss, I had the hood Fox and them on security right 'cross the street, ss
[Verse 2: YTB Fatt]
'Cause they know I got more checks to pick up
Huh, they know I'ma chop it right with 'em
Huh, they know I got a career, if it come down to it, I'ma hit the Drac' with 'em
Huh, they know I'll never forget where I'm from, never think that I'm bigger than this shit
I know I ain't got no business at the store, so I hurry up and grab my kit
Huh, I ain't the type of nigga to take out my phone, record, and go live and shit
Huh, I know a couple niggas that done broadcast this shit, got hit in they shit (Smoked)
I know they catch me at this store right now, they gon' swing on this bitch
Huh, if I see a car rush into the parkin' lot, I left-right the switch
[Interlude: Lil Durk]
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Man, they ain't never seen no motherfuckin' Fox link up with a GOAT, you know that
Go (Man, what?)
[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Sneaky like a fox 'til his broski died, some niggas hate to box (Go)
.223 to his cranium, now his hairstylist gotta recreate his locks (Brrah)
Fuckin' on an opp bitch, fuck a location, my shooters gon' stay in the car (Stay in the car)
Fuckin' on a top bitch, she told me personally Wuk can stay and watch (Go)
Niggas count your pockets (Woo), niggas be thinkin' they you (Yeah)
Makin' me a topic like he'll make profit money off of DJU (Bitch)
Courtside at the Sky game, hundred on me, tellin' Angel Reese to shoot (Shoot, shoot, shoot)
Drac' on me in the gas station for the kit, we got a minute or two
Street niggas get robbed for anything, that's how they image reduce (Yeah)
All type of baddies be on me heavy, I might send 'em to Zeus (Yeah)
Same nigga in the feds who had your back, send that nigga a deuce (Yeah)
Pushin' P, not a truce, matter of fact, tell J Mane to send me some Whoops (Whoop)
Hellstar with a Louis bucket, y'all know Smurk be thuggin' (Facts)
I still play Lil Zay at my family function, man, fuck my cousin
I don't look up to niggas we call OGs, them niggas ain't taught me nothin' (Go)
Daddy went to jail and he left that money, them niggas ain't bought me nothin' (Niggas ain't)
Niggas paid five thou'-wow for a pint, mm, this shit got serious (Shit got serious)
Janky ass tryna sue Smurk for a show, better go sue your veneers (Yeah)
You talk too much, lil' brother, calm down, how they know who you killed? (Go)
You talk too much, lil' brother, calm down, the feds know who you is (Go, man, what?)
