I'm countin' this paper, i'm tryna get rich
Fuck her from the back, i'm grabbin' her tits
I'm havin' motion, that's why he so sick
Treat him like a bitch, pop him like a zit
Fuck that, but, you know how i'm comin'
Glock got a beam, so, why is you runnin'?
Niggas is mad, turn nothin' to somethin'
Spend and get it back, you know it ain't nothin'
Hunnid' somethin' shots comin' outta' that clip
Move, look, run, cuz' this glock got a switch
Tell her "Get nasty", she choke on the dick
I put that shit on, she in love with the fits
I'm gettin' cheese, nigga, why is you hatin'?
Lil bro' get mad? He turn into Satan
Bullets start floodin', nigga thought it was rainin'
HK hit, nigga knees started trainin'
I'm in love with money, blues
I see what that money do
You hoe see us winnin', havin' motion, she said "I'm comin' too"
You niggas broke, you need some bands
Get off yo' ass, you need a plan
I'm really him, so, what is you sayin'?
Up with the glock, let it blow like a fan
Fuckin' yo' bitch, she lovin' them bands
Her throat crazy, she blow like a fan
Can't trust this bitch, cuz' she fuckin' my manz
Tryna see a sh—, but, his bitch ass ran
You know I come, so, why would you play?
He tried to up, bro' took him away
All you could see was a shot to the brain
Hop out the car, i'm goin' insane
Shot, he missed, bro' got no aim
Up this fye', you know i'ma flame
Shot in his face, he hard to explain
Think he a star? Take him out his fame
Bullets done wet him, he thought it was rain
Don't got no bread? Lil boy, you a lame
Tryna shoot back, he went out with a bang
If he got a show, I swear to god, i'm takin' his chain (Finatic, Im So Slimee)
Grrahh (Bow-Bow)
Move smart, or you losin' ya brain
Do him dirty, that nigga a stain
Got a drum and a stick, parade
Knock off ya shit, for tryna explain
Flood with him bullets, i'm makin' it rain
Spark up his top, his dome got flamed
The gun put him back, he gettin' retained
Ruin his fun, if he keep tryna play
Pardon my bullets, just move out the way
He was a fan, so, we blew him away
The forty got kick, it boot him away
Stop by his home, shoot him Away
Bullets like trash, we threw em' away
Gun gon' flash, got him lookin' away (A way)
Subtracted a nigga, I took em' away (On bro')
Wait, the fuck? Is you dumb?
I'm throwin' these bullets, the size of a thumb
Step on a nigga, he stuck like some gum
A beam in his face, he think it's the sun
Lil bro' Catholic, he ain't on nothin'
Throwin' some rounds, probably take off his bun
Tool in his mouth, it's leavin' shit num
Break him to pieces, we turn him to crumbs
Just for that cap, i'm loosen his lid
Bullets delivered, i'm leavin' him read (Red)
Put him to a end, they givin' him creds
We do universals, niggas is dead
Shu jump in, tryna stomp on his head
Munk jump in, probably pull out his dreads
Doomut jump in, put him to bed
And, he better move right, cuz' i'm throwin' this left
Hunnid' somethin' shots comin' outta' that clip (Gang, Bitch, Bow-Bow)
Move, look, run, cuz' this glock got a switch
Tell her "Get nasty", she choke on the dick
I put that shit on, she in love with the fits
I'm gettin' cheese, nigga, why is you hatin'?
Lil bro' get mad? He turn into Satan
Bullets start floodin', nigga thought it was rainin'
HK hit, nigga knees started trainin'
I'm in love with money, blues
I see what that money do
You hoe see us winnin', havin' motion, she said "I'm comin' too"
You niggas broke, you need some bands
Get off yo' ass, you need a plan
I'm really him, so, what is you sayin'?
Up with the glock, let it blow like a fan