(Glo made that beat?) Grrah Grrah-grrah Look Fuck all the opps we gon'— First nigga seen, we gon' click at his hat Fed's on our ass but we makin' it— Look Fuck all the opps, spin the front and the back If we catch a opp lackin', we click at his hat Feds on our ass but we makin' it tact' Perc' bussin', I'm geekin', I cannot relax He lovin' that thot but we hit in the trap If he throw up a Y then he meetin' his death I'ma tweak on a bitch if she droppin' the set Pour a deuce in the Faygo, I sip for the stress If he movin' wock then I'm bound to react Bullets beat on his chest and then come out his back Who lookin' for me? They know where I'm at He come through my way, put the beam on his chest I be tryna trust, she keep lyin' to me Bitches out here, they be dyin' to meet Everywhere that I go, keep the iron on me I'm too deep in this shit, niggas plottin' on me One in the head, heard they slidin' on me You get caught at the light then I'm flockin' the V I see the opps, I ain't coppin' a plea I got new opps I been dyin' to meet If he up it on me, then you dyin' with me No, I ain't gon' play, I'm gon' up it and flame Niggas talkin' on bro, make him dance like he Dane And he hit the floor, put some feets on his brain I don't need to be broke to go snatch me a chain I don't need me a pill to go put in some pain Big Die Y, we ain't jackin' that gang If he scream RPT then we lettin' it flame We get money, we get tipsy It get ugly, clips empty So don't try to run, 'cause, on bro, it get risky He could run, if he run, I'ma turn him to Ricky Get the addy, we right at his doormat First one come to the door, make 'em fall back Young shooters, I swear that they on that They get it done and they spin in the four pack Try to step in my shoes, that shit give you the chills Got a mil' in my name, everything is a mil' I ain't dissin' no more, labels tellin' me, "Chill" So just read in between, give a fuck how you feel If he mention the dead then he flyin' with Dub I ain't speak on the dead 'cause I really got love Oh they linked in the back? Then the feature a dub Now look One false move then I'm blastin' this bitch Like, one quick spin, yeah, we clappin' 'em quick If you scream the wrong gang we ain't havin' that shit Gotta stay on one side, gotta die with that clique And when I come around niggas laughin' and shit But when I'm not around they be chattin' and shit Never settle for nothin', gotta keep it buggin' If she try to line, I'ma die with the bitch Grrah-grrah, bow-bow, bussin' and shit GBGs, DOA, up in this shit Ain't no love in this bitch, give a fuck who you with Big EBK, give a fuck who you is Fuck all the opps, spin the front and the back If we catch a opp lackin', we click at his hat Feds on our ass but we makin' it tact' Perc' bussin', I'm geekin', I cannot relax He lovin' that thot but we hit in the trap If he throw up a Y then he meetin' his death I'ma tweak on a bitch if she droppin' the set Pour a deuce in the Faygo, I sip for the stress If they droppin' a O then we keep it official Fuck Die Y, we gon' geek on this shit Lets geek on the bitch That's big Die Y, we gon' geek on this shit

Ain't no way that I could stop payin', I pull off, baby started way too soon I run it up a lot, car cost a lot, and it go, "Vroom, vroom, vroom!" I move around with Glocks, pocket rocket, shots goin' off, "Boom, boom, boom!" On the jet ski, snot comin' out my nose, doin' eighty, vroom, vroom, vroom! Bitch, I come from the mud, so I'm new to this life I just made 30K, I'ma cool for the night Get to clutchin' my pole, I'ma like, "Who tryna fight?" They just hang off my shoe like a pooper (ha!) Hoodie hang off my hair like I'm Ku Klux tonight 30 on me, I swear I might oot up tonight I might slide through his block and then shoot off a bike Little shorty a thot, she my boo for the night He get boomed tryna reach for some ice Got a Ruger the size of a ruler Knife, it go right through ya' and do ya' She gon' eat up and squeeze on the pipe Drivin' 'Raris and Lamb's on the regular Cartier glasses, yeah, it's on sight I don't care if they go left or right We gon' be up in this bitch forever ever I'ma put up them shots, I could never let up And you sit in the back, you ain't never been in this The truck in the front like a elephant A Moncler and a hoodie, I never sweater I might fuck on a thot, I could never sweat her If I go drill on the opps, need a better sweater Bitch, I'm still in the ho with' my feet up We catch a opp, we gon' sweep up Spot a opp on a block, gotta creep up My heart cold like it's stuck in the freezer Up this pole and I bet he gon' freeze up For some guap, man, I bet she gon' eat up I swear I don't need her With the gang, man, I swear I won't leave 'em I stay with my bros even though I don't need 'em Mask back and I know how to creep up Ha! Ain't no way that I could stop payin', I pull off, baby started way too soon I run it up a lot, car cost a lot, and it go, "Vroom, vroom, vroom!" I move around with Glocks, pocket rocket, shots goin' off, "Boom, boom, boom!" On the jet ski, snot comin' out my nose, doin' eighty, vroom, vroom, vroom!

Grrah Aah Grrah, grrah, boom Grrah, grrah, boom (Grrah) Niggas chattin' like I don't do what? (Like I don't do what?) If he front, he get hit in his gut (grrah) Keep a nine on my hip 'cause I swear that I'm clutch Watch her slob on my dick while I hold on her bun, like (while I hold on her bun) He sneak dissin', that nigga a bum (that nigga a bum) Pop out at dark, all he seen was the gun (all he seen was a gun) On sight, I'ma blick 'cause I know he gon' run ('cause I know he gon' run) It get tact' where I stay, better tote you a gun, like (better tote you a mop) Bitch, it's OG's or no G's (bitch, it's OG's) Hop out and I 'oot like Ginóbli (grrah, grrah) Rest in peace Diddy, he clutch like he Kobe She poppin' her titty, she don't even know me (she don't even know me) I don't care 'bout no he say, she say (like what?) Why that goofy put me in a song? I can't wait 'til I catch little DThang I let that heat sing, now he in a song (now he in a wrap) Watch these opp niggas put this on replay (put this on replay) Watch a opp nigga run like it's relay (like it's relay) Stackin' hunnids on hunnids, then replay (then replay) Have our way with the money, my team payed (Grrah, grrah) If he movin' wild, get to packin' like Green Bay (like Green Bay) Bitches act if they just wanna meet gang (like what?) Off the 'migo, she actin' a fool (she actin' a fool) Holy moly, we might need a room (we might need a what?) Hit her once but I won't hit her twice (I won't hit her twice) Missed him once but I won't miss him twice (won't miss him twice) Bullets hittin' him harder than Mike (harder than Mike) Shootin' movies, I'm feelin' like Spike (feelin' like Spike) Opp thought, 'cause the beatin' like Ike They say that we sweet, come see what it's like (what it's like) I bet he won't leave with his life If not, I bet he won't sleep for some nights (uh-huh) Smoochies off Henny, they geekin' all night (uh-huh) She get low, watch her shake it like Riri (like Riri) 42, 'migo's got her actin' 'eaky He put on a show, we aimin' at his figi Pour a deuce, watch it drop in the Fiji Niggas broke and all them niggas needy (niggas needy) Catch 'em lackin', we gon' do 'em greazy (greazy) Niggas chattin' like I don't do what? (Like huh?) If he front, he get hit in his gut (grrah, grrah) Keep a nine on my hip 'cause I swear that I'm clutch (swear) Watch her slob on my dick while I hold on her bun, like (hold on her bun) He sneak dissin', that nigga a bum (nigga a bum) Pop out at dark, all he seen was the gun (seen was the gun) On sight, I'ma blick 'cause I know he gon' run It get tack where I stay, better tote you a gun, like (better tote you a mop) Bitch, it's OG's or no G's (bitch, it's OG's) Hop out and I 'oot like Ginóbli Rest in peace Diddy, he clutch like he Kobe She poppin' her titty, she don't even know me I don't care 'bout no he say, she say Why that goofy put me in a song? (Like what?) I can't wait 'til I catch little DThang I let that heat sing, now he in a song (grrah, grrah, boom) Grrah, grrah, boom Why that goofy put me in a song? (Grrah) Thottie shakin', get it in her thong Like, thottie shakin', got her in her thong

Que lo que, what's the word? Que tu hace, what we doin'? We spot a opp, get to shootin' But do 'em like Wasca, what we boomin' We makin' movies, so don't walk up Niggas hidin' and shit, they ain't stupid Pop out the cut, how we do it He don't got no drills, but he make good music Like, she tryna come to my casa 'Cause she tryna give me that culo And it's still, "Free Flocka" out the you know Hit and quit it, we can't fall for no group ho I'm the one, number uno Just havin' fun, let a few go Hit it good, make her scream Papi Chulo .40 flip a nigga like a Sumo When we on that block, tiro Niggas hidin' and shit when he sendin' When we catch a opp, tiro Shot from the Glock got 'em limpin' Niggas be actin' like Deebo He don't see what I see, though Shooter wit' me and I call him Carlito Tiro Grrah, tiro Tiro I'm too crafty, like, who wanna see that I keep it on me, I don't need a b-bag We like 4 deep, we got three straps Shorty on me, throw that thin' back One of the bros be the watchout If we catch a opp, he get clocked out Bullets hit hard, that's a knockout We say 'tiro, then let a shot out He act bad, then I'm backin' him down And then after that, ain't no gettin' up There go my cup, pass me my soda Pour up that lean, 'cause I can't get enough And she used to move wocky Hit it from the side, got her callin' me Papi Get to the money, these niggas broke And this is for all the opp niggas that watch me When we on that block, tiro Niggas hidin' and shit when he sendin' When we catch a opp, tiro Shot from the Glock got 'em limpin' Niggas be actin' like Deebo He don't see what I see, though Shooter wit' me and I call him Carlito Tiro Grrah, tiro Tiro