[Skit: Reel]
I'm like "bro, we gotta record this
We gotta record this, let's go"

[Part I]

[Intro: Reel]
Ay, she a bad bitch
She a bad bitch
She a bad bitch, yeah, yeah she ratchet
She a bad bitch
yeah she a bad bitch
It's that trap shit, you feel me?
Let's go

[Verse : Reel]
ay, ay fucking average bitches I done been there I ain’t did it though
Can’t even pick up when they hit up the phone
At seventeen contemplating getting me a backup phone (What?)
Now it’s funny coming in Full Circle, lil brodie talking ‘bout passing work
He ain’t acting grown, I ain’t stressing though
We done hit a party out the city bro ’nem really talking ‘bout missing home (Aight, aight, aight)
I can never trust the motherfucking law, the shit they done has me skeptical (Ay)
If this shit go sideways you best bet we spinning all them records show (Bop X16)
The streets gon' be a spectacle
Ay, driving like over one-eighty
I wish this car was a matted Mercedes
There’s no point in having it if it cost more than ten percent the savings (For real)
I think I’ll get it too early the way I been hustling, shit I been constantly working (For real)
When she see me in person she clutching the handle, she say I ain’t driving too safely
Like “what you mean baby?”
I’m really just…
Killing rapper grab the hatchet bro
He has to go (tooh, tooh, tooh)
I’m spilling blood all over the mattress folds
Pass it back to bro (tooh, tooh, tooh)
I’m grinding, I can’t hang wit you right now don’t ask me hoe (Don't ask me hoe)
When it comes the time you know who’s best at handling baggage though, ay
twenty-one hours, seven-eighths to practice notes (Practicing them mo'fucking notes man)
When it come to live performance you know I’m gon' last the show (On God)
When it comes to gang connections you know brodie had the most
I said fuck it imma do it right, the shit go left might have to switch my role

[Bridge: Reel]
Every day is feeling worse
Don’t know where else I can go
If we get caught tripping hope my mama don’t know, know, know (hope my mama don’t know, know)

[Part II]

[Intro: Reel]
Ha ha ha ha, ay
I'm just tryna show 'em

[Verse: Reel]
We put up bout five hundred I told bro it ain’t enough
If my music ain’t go global then that shit is still a loss
She freaky on the phone I said I like it standing up
No wonder why they be dashing, cause these bitches acting up, ay
OVO 4L, we come out when it get dark
Nah I’m just playing, we come sliding straight from morning down to dawn, I’m ready to start
I’m ready to start, steadily raising the bar
Now they call me the boss
Yeah we be doing our business revolving 'round spinnin' your block
Yeah I’m killing these rappers, I said it already but I can’t just mention it once
It be that violent energy 21 Savage and (lil) Baby is playing inside of the mo'fucking car
Who the fuck gassing you up
How you gon' promise a million
When you ain’t been rapping it tough
We been the passionate ones
I never got handed it off
All of the business I fucked up is part of the process
Still, I can’t live down, why I be taking my steps with more caution
I can’t be getting myself in the shit y’all involved in
Tooh tooh replenished, we killing your bosses
Media cap ain’t never indulge in
You feel me?
This past year way too busy
We up in the studio late 2:30
It’s cool we be working when you ain’t did it
Gon’ make two milly I swear
Stadium lights blingin'
Visions in my mind I still got all yo bitches singing
Shit do get annoying, man I’m clinchin' still got both my ears ringing
That boy is loud he turn it down in person with suppressors that we bringin,
Let's go (Pow)

[Outro: Reel]
Had to give it to them