Ayy, pass me the one with the button on it, nigga
The opps be runnin'
When they run into us, they don't really wanna run into us
So they be runnin' when they run into us
So y'all know who run it, them niggas don't run it
We run it (you know that, come on, you know that)

He said he a shooter, but none of his opps got shot
This shit ain't addin' up (dumb-ass bitch)
One of the opps so goofy, hugged up with a groupie
He ain't see us ridin' up (his dumb ass)
Put bullets all up in his head, I knew he was dead
You would think I was linin' him up
Spin through they shit two times, if he ain't on point
Bounce out and I'm firin' him up (baow, baow)
You ain't tryna kill, so why is you up in this car
You basically slidin' for nothin' (your bitch ass)
Tryna go hang with the opps, got his dumb ass shot, he basically died for nothin' (his dumb ass)
Bounced out on one of the opps, he ain't try to run, he knew that his time was comin'
How you my brother if you don't even check up on me? You always askin' for money (your broke ass)
Kit up an SRT, this ain't my whip, but I'm still gon' come through stuntin'
Bounced out with a Curry and when I got back in the whip, my clip had an Andre Drummond
Just me and the gang, and we got three hundred shots
Whenever we walk in the function (you know that, you know that)
Just got a ten with a Vec' and a box on the back
Need a grip 'cause that bitch be jumpin' (brr, baow)
Niggas ain't play with me up in the county
I did it ten months, ain't do no bumpin' (you know that)
Let the opps play at the show, they get left at the door, me and Backend walk out dumpin'
I know a nigga got hit in the head, but he ain't dead, this shit like a pumpkin
We doin' the opps so bad, that shit so sad, I promise that ain't even funny
Hit his ass all in his legs, when he fall on his back
Put bullet holes all in his tummy (you know that)
Nigga, I'm ready to crash, I don't give a fuck, go ask
I'm a young rich dummy (you know that)
They ain't see it comin', I walked up trippin' and stumblin'
Playin' drunk, dressed up like a junkie
I'm young and dumb, nigga, I'll go to the country and have a shootout with a honky
The lil' bitch stank, but you know that I'm gon' still hit her, Lil Vono, he gon' get funky
I don't wanna slide with the Drac', I can't control it
That bitch got kick like a donkey (rrah, rrah, rrah)
Niggas be gay, I remember back in the day
He was skippin' the hoes on Monkey (fuckin' bitch ass)
Just got a Glock 21, this bitch so chunky, I'ma call this bitch Tim Duncan
Bounce out on the opps with these big-ass .308s
They thought they got shot by some Russians (they bitch ass)
Chase him right down, put the bitch right to his head
Tryna give his dumb ass a concussion (come here, come here, you know that)
My mama kept tellin' me the streets gettin' wild
She ain't know I'm the one that be causin' the ruckus (it's me)
I was gon' leave it alone, but I'm killin' his mama 'cause the bitch keep tryna get justice
Just got a lo' on an opp, four deep in the fin-fin, runnin' through lights, we rushin'
Every time we spin on some block and bounce out on the opps, I promise I'm chasin' the toughest
Nigga, I paid a G for this brand-new Glock, I will not be throwin' no punches (dumbass)
One of the opps in school, he thinkin' he safe, I'ma fuck 'round, shoot up his lunches (brr, brr)
It's like three of my opps in a chair, two got shit-bagged, and one on crutches
He thinkin' that lil' bitch loyal, he up in the county, she out here fuckin'
The opps do not shoot back, I let off the switch, they ass start duckin' (they bitch ass)
My shorty 'nem out here turnt, word around town, TG get buckets (you know that)
You can't take the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen 'fore lil' hot burn your muffin (dumbass)
I posted his best friend dead and his bitch ass still ain't come do nothin' (his bitch ass)
I'm in the hood right now with a brr on me and two hundred up in the duffle (you know that)
Please don't come tryna fight, I'ma take your life, put bullet holes all in his knuckles
Bounced out on him, caught his ass goin' in the store
I think he was gettin' some Ruffles (his dumb ass)
How many opps I shot? I don't know, but I promise it's more than a couple (we be killin' they ass)
Bounced out on him, the nigga was clockin' his shift
We caught his ass doin' a double (his bitch ass)
I'ma say it again, when I'm in the back of the hot, I promise you niggas in trouble, go

The opps don't run shit, the opps be runnin' from us
Them niggas know what's up, the opps know what's up, everybody know what's up
We is standin' on top of shit, standin' on shit, man
Free the whole TG, man