If she ain't suckin' d**k, lil' b**h, you can get the f**k up out my shit

Hundred round, hit him with the Glock, take a f**r down

Hundred round, b**h, we hittin' that kill, we gon' take him down

Twelve get behind me, we gon' do sixty f**' miles, yeah

B**h, I'm in a Lamborghini, keep on talkin', b**h I'm in a Lamborghini

Point that beam up on his head

Took his shit, he went out bad

Fifty rounds, n**a know not play wit' me

I'll shoot his ass right in the ground

Hand her out

Step on lil' bro grave, hit him in his face

If she gon' suck the d**k, go crazy

B**h, I'm in a Lamb, keep on talkin'

Hit him with this glam

B**h, I hand up with the Glock

Hit him in the Porsche, hit him with the Glock

I'll take him down

Hit him in his face, make lil' bro drop like he okay

B**h, I got the Glock up on my side

If he try to run, clap him in the leg, lil' n**a drop

B**h, I'm in the sun

B**h, I'm in Lamborghini, keep on talkin'

'Cause b**h, I'm in the sun

B**h, I'll throw a bullet out there, hit you in your f**' face

And that b**h got switch up on the Glock

Hit him in the K, that b**h got blicked

Hit him in his face (Ah, ah)

She suck the d**k just go crazy

B**h, I'm in a Lamb he keep on talkin', hit him in the mouth

B**h, I got a Draco up on this shit, fifty round the glick

Hit him in the face, now lil' bruh, he a f**' b**h

Hundred round, hit him with the Glock, we never been took down

Hundred round, hit him with the Glock, we gon' take him down

B**h, she wanna suck the d**k

B**h, I'm from the west side

Not from east side, lil' b**h, I'm from the west

P**y boy, he tryna play

Hit him with the f**' drac'

That b**h got spent up on his day

B**h, I'm 345, lil' baby

If she ain't suckin' d**k, lil' b**h, you can get the f**k up out my shit

Hundred round, hit him with the Glock, take a f**r down

Hundred round, b**h, we hittin' that kill, we gon' take him down (doe beezy)

Twelve get behind me, we gon' do sixty f**' miles, yeah

12 get behind me, f**k 60, do 200 miles

Caught him in traffic, five switches, we shot like 200 rounds (brrt)

And no lil' n**a, I ain't no b**h, big dog, 200 pounds

Only hoppin' on this song 'cause my gun big as this f**' child

B**h, I'm f**' wild, n**a try this shit, get f**d around

He not f**' wild, n**a, upped this b**h, he duckin' down (oh, really)

Ice, bling-baow, snow on my neck, need a f**' plow (wow)

All these hundreds, I don't give a damn, I need the f**' count

I don't even give a damn, he mentioned me when he was in need of f**' clout (fool)

I ain't even give a damn, up the switch and brung him down (fool)

Hit the blicks and now they traitors, none of his niggas stuck around

I ain't kissing shit, I up this d**k, b**h, tongue it down, b**h

If she ain't suckin' d**k, lil' b**h, you can get the f**k up out my shit (Mwah, come here, baby)

Hundred round, hit him with the Glock, take a f**r down (Mwah, come here, baby)

Hundred round, b**h, we hittin' that kill, we gon' take him down (Bah, bah, bah, bah)

Twelve get behind me, we gon' do sixty f**' miles, yeah (Skrrt, yeah)