(Verse 1)
Ay, got the Glock with the beam when I'm aiming it
Wearing supreme with your blood, it be staining it
n*ggas be acting all tough but ain’t saying sh*t
Got your b*tch (?)
f*ck with me you finna die-die
I'll let you know when I tell your ass bye-bye
Hop out the whip then I'm loading the clip then I bust, watching the bullets connecting like wifi
b*tch better get out my way
f*ck out my face or your dying today
Wasting my time, you committed a crime because you did not even tell me you was gay
The f*ck I look like tryna talk to a b*tch who be hitting me up when I’m famous and rich
All these thots I be slaying I don't got the patience
Cut to the chase or just get off my di*k
(Interlude)
Goddamn, ha ha
Alright I'm about to start screaming now so- ha ha
Ay, yuh, ay, ay
(Verse 2)
f*ck up out my face little b*tch, you get mopped up
f*cking with my head, yet again, you get chopped up
f*cking on my homies all the time, they got slopped up
Leaving me on read, little b*tch had to drop ya
f*ck down lil b*tch, ay
f*ck down lil b*tch, yuh
f*ck down lil b*tch, ay
f*ck down lil b*tch, yuh
f*ck down lil b*tch, ay
f*ck down lil b*tch, yuh
f*ck down lil b*tch, ay
f*ck down lil b*tch