Yeah

He gon′ kill me

Hmm, I don't give a fuck, I′m gon' die anyway, ha-ha

Tell ya, yeah, yeah

Talk about them P's (P′s), got a bunch, n***a

Wake up in the mornin′, brush my teeth and grab my gun

40 on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap'n Crunch

Oh, you sippin′ on Tris, we sippin' Wock′, ha

Got it out the bricks, yeah

If you said it's up, lil′ n***a then know it's up wit' ya (up)

Best believe we gon′ find your b***h ass, nigga, I′m gon' get up wit′ ya

We nuts, if we come (bah), we gon' bust at ya (bah)

12, lil′ nigga, I don't need no cuffs

Politicin′ and pimpin' in that 'Vette, leave a hater in the dust

Takin′ all your s-, in my chain (yeah), that′s Snow on tha Bluff

Now get up outta here (ha), yeah, aight (yeah), I'ma f*ck wit′ ya

Don't be reachin′ for my chain, huh, you know we pop n***a

Call this Backwood, "Gang", why? Because my opps in it (ha-ha-ha)

Open up that closet, yeah, I got big mop in it (that mop)

They don't buy no drank from me, huh, ′cause I re-rock, n***a (Iced Up Records)

We could shoot or box (yeah), you know we punch n***a

Every time we see y'all out, we eat y'all n***a lunch menus (y′all n***a lunch)

Eight of Wock′ in my cream soda (that Wock'), it ain′t no cut in it (uh-uh)

Play with mine, you gon' die today, right now, come try your luck, n***a

Give a goofy all headshots, like is you dumb or nah?

You sink n***a won′t front me no more bags 'cause I be runnin′ off (fuck 'em)

Bust Cuban and rose-gold Presi' blown, yeah that′s a hundred ball (yeah)

Fuck the stage, I ain′t doin' no more shows unless my gun involved

Talk about them P′s (P's), got a bunch, n***a

Wake up in the mornin′, brush my teeth and grab my gun

40 on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap'n Crunch

Oh, you sippin′ on Tris, we sippin' Wock', ha

Got it out the bricks, yeah

If you said it′s up, lil′ n***a then know it's up wit′ ya (up)

Best believe we gon' find your b***h ass, nigga, I′m gon' get up wit′ ya

We nuts, if we come (bah), we gon' bust at ya (bah)

Trippin' off the red with Trippie Redd, Vezz′ keep countin′ up blues (okay)

You already dead if me and my mans get to walkin' up to you (bang)

Make a b***h gave me head, her and her friends, yeah, they ′bout to do it

If you ain't got no bands, I′m just sayin', don′t talk to me 'bout no music (ah, ah)

Ooh, all my clothes exclusive, spin move your ho, elusive

Put the dope on the road, that's lucrative, then make it back home, it′s secluded (gang)

Up big five, shoot it (gang), I′m big fire, boolin' (gang)

Tell a bitch, "Be quiet", the rudest, shut your ass up, mute it (okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)

My trap jumpin′, groovin, huh

Pass me that cup, pass me that blunt, pass me that gun (Skuba), huh

Rackin' it up, is you packin′ or what? Who baggin' me up? The whoopers?

The apes, the shooters (ha)

The Dracs, we use ′em (ha)

We hate computers (ha, ha, ha)

Talk about them P's (P's), got a bunch, n***a

Wake up in the mornin′, brush my teeth and grab my gun

40 on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap′n Crunch

Oh, you sippin' on Tris, we sippin′ Wock', ha

Got it out the bricks, yeah

If you said it′s up, lil' n***a then know it′s up wit' ya (up)

Best believe we gon' find your b***h ass, nigga, I′m gon′ get up wit' ya

We nuts, if we come (bah), we gon′ bust at ya (bah)

I ain't drinkin′ no Tris (nah), I don't f*ck with no snitch (nah)

You a broke ass lame n***a I ain′t touchin' yo' b***h

I′m humble, I ain′t soft, nigga, have yo' ass go blitz (go get it)

Used to pray for a whole thing, keep one on my wrist (every day)

D to the O, me and Trippie Redd (yeah)

Actavis, baby, I′m sippin' red (yeah)

Got my advance from dealin′ meds (got my advance from dealin')

Bro rock Yeezy in the feds (yeah)

Trappin′ ain't dead, these n***a scared (that's crazy)

Yeah, my niggas trained to go

Fuck best friend, I′ma just blame the dope

Police came, hit the lights on me, turn to Usain and bolt

Can′t believe they let me in the game, skeetin' a famous ho (famous ho)

Cuban links, diamonds full of pointers, I don′t do chains with ropes (mm-mm)

Talk about them P's (P′s), got a bunch, n***a

Wake up in the mornin', brush my teeth and grab my gun (my gun)

Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap′n Crunch

Oh, you sippin' on Tris, we sippin' Wock′, ha (don′t)

Got it out the bricks, yeah

If you said it's up, lil′ n***a then know it's up wit′ ya (up)

Best believe we gon' find your b***h ass, nigga, I′m gon' get up wit' ya

We nuts, if we come (bah), we gon′ bust at ya (bah)