[Chrous: Willtharapper]
Pull up and hop out
Your girl, she on my di*k, whoa
I work out, I perp out
Her n*gga mad as sh*t, so
I told him pop out and pull up
You say you want him kill me, oh
Why he acting scary
He got a thirty
I knew he wouldn't blow
[Verse 1: Lightshow]
Pull up then I hop straight out the car
Strapped with this A to the R
Ain't come to play n*gga nah
Ain't come to say sh*t to y'all
Ain't no discussion
[?] it ain't no concussion
After that come that aroma
This pinole disgusting
We not know gang mane
We not for no games games
Let this sh*t bang bang
Come with you hang hang
Drums with me, n*ggas can come get me
I got the big mac, the craig mac, and the tech
Just like 150
He just had one glizzy
Already knew that boy couldn't do nothing with me
I treat my gun like my son
If I had a son I'd keep my son with me
n*ggas got some nerve
I get you whacked, I'm talking one word
I ain't got no chill
Wassup lil Will, tell me who want work
Use your face to make sure my gun work
That hating sh*t wasn't worth it
You b*tch think I'm young and perfect
You n*ggas young and worthless
Anyways I tote my A and K on anyday
Heard you strike out with the b*tches
I'm a pimp get plenty play
OP in the NBA
I go sit courtside when we play
Bagged a bad b*tch from Virginia
Get four courses in VA
I smoke torch when in the place
My b*tch gorgeous in the face
Like a portrait in the face
I got extraordinary taste
Think she drink that skinny tea
Thats not no ordinary waste
Plug done ran all out of work
He said we ordered every plate
[Chorus]