We was chillin' in the stall makin' crowds move, ayy

Young K still postin' the A like a brain No chain your boy's got will make my neck

fuckin' bang Hangin' on your speaker, bangin' on your speaker,

baby Need to find a reason to make you believe me,

baby Young Nolan, PlayStation controller

Send him just to get him, I hit him when it is over

Roll over, your soldier, no coaster I toy him back whenever the storm is over

Send it back if them boys wanna feel the clover No closure, never reply to four orders

My niggas so scholarship, such a short quota Police pull up on me, boy, I kept that cold shoulder

Cup runnin' over, four hundred orders All I got is band -aids, they want me to fuckin'

slow, bruh There is no love in the ghetto, but it got

it where it just ain't let go There is no love in the ghetto, but it got

it where it just ain't let go

How you do that vibe devil, I'm bamboozled Yeah, legs go up behind the head like leopard

amputation Give her space, we gon' drop, call it grand

king She bust back, blow a fuse, out the damn

king Circus, ole, okay, role, pole

Slide that, pole, yeah, slow blow Now sing like a dodo, ask if I'll say snow

blow Stuck inside the code -o, make me go so low -go

Make you look unseen, call me wild thing She got strings all up in there just like a

violin I create a chatter tune, when that venom sting

Ask for better than a motherfuckin' genius When I budge it, until I miss

And they keep on hittin' my niggas and quittin' they bitches legit

Don't get on my list, I'm from the abyss You sayin' you heard, but I watch all your

words and I can't be convinced Smokin' hot mouth like a hand, bitch, you know

we gon' make it tragic Money, I never made a nigga, we hold up all

our money in a mattress For your reppin', like I said, bitch, it's

a way over your pad, lick No, I ain't for buryin' it, I just take

a picture of the badness in this madness

You a big boy, money like you ready for

You be talkin' like you really gon' run that dog

You be runnin' like the snot, drinkin' it from your nose

That's the ice cream, sugar, that coke ain't dope

And this shit gon' bounce like my shit off your dome

And you know these boys be weed, ain't fit in a dome

And my dogs, they borrowed, Michael Vick on 4's

Boy, this shit long, bro, why you hit my phone?

See how real it is, huh? See how real it is, huh?

Murder man, murder man, someone better hurt me

Before this shit gets ugly

Murder man, murder man, someone better

Murder man, murder man, someone better

Murder man, man, someone better hurt me

Before this shit gets ugly

Murder man, murder man, someone better

Hurt me before this shit gets ugly