| You niggas needa just pack it up and go try again |
| I’m on the back of the truck like firemen |
| At your neck like a violin. Grab the tec and I’m firing |
| Ima silence him, but ion need no silencer |
| And ion need no lighter bruh cause I’m fired up |
| Catch me standing where the lightning struck |
| Bitch nigga don’t try your luck |
| First I spill your guts and then I wipe it up |
| Skrrrt off in a cyber truck, all this gold on got the Midas touch |
| Hold on shawty fine as fuck |
| Lemme get a grip, lemme get a clutch |
| Nigga rich, now I’m getting Bucks |
| But this ain’t Milwaukee, you a dead man walking |
| Listen to me when I’m talking |
| Took your bitch come get her off me |
| Different strains got me coughing |
| Leave a stain like coffee. Put that nigga in a coffin |
| Yeah they lost him, and I’m sorry |
| But my phone don’t work, can’t call me |
| Roll them Grahams like Aubrey |
| Shawty wan dance and party |
| Don’t got time for that, but since you so confident |
| Come on girl show me that body |
| Gimmie head yea gimme that sloppy |
| All the windows startin' to get foggy |
| Nigga talked shit, had to off him |
| In a pool of blood he gettin' soggy |
| Pullin off in a Audi, the hotbox gettin foggy |
| In a pool of blood he gettin soggy |