​intro lyrics

[Intro]
(You—)
(You have no heart)
(Pick up the phone)
(Hoodrich)

[Verse]
My n*ggas be sippin' on yak, I'm finna go beat up this b*tch from the back
Lil' n*ggas ain't from the trap, b*tch, I gotta move tact'
Told that b*tch, ''It's facts,'' yuke can't get attached
Yuke's style unmatched, see 12, my n*ggas gon' blast
All of your n*ggas gon' dash, all of your n*ggas gon' switch up
With the clique, and we cliqued up
Now your b*tch say she miss us