(JR, this beat really slap, bro)

Bitch, real rap, no kizzy

DJ, turn me up, play my shit, we get jiggy

I don't think I could name a nigga fucking with me

Murder on my mind, stay gripping on the glizzy

Bad ghetto bitch, real shiesty from the city

Get out our ass, get them shits out our titties

Don't approach me if you don't know me, you feel me?

I'll torch dude, got the fully auto semi

Tell Rolling Loud I'm on the stage with my blicky

Rucc Dog, baby, in all red like I'm Trippie

Bitch, I'm tryna fuck, I ain't really tryna bick it

In LA with Capolow off drugs and I'm tripping

Yeah, aight, I don't need no light

Bitch, I got my ice, bitch, I got my pipe

Riding with a Glock, put this bitch in sport

Middle finger out the roof, yelling, "Norf, Norf"

I be out the yard with them cutthroats

You gon' tell on yoursеlf, what you got a gun for?

Ayy, off the opp pack, puff, puff, smoke

Buck, buck, baow, left him on thе floor

Hold on, well, it's that gat toting

pistol holding nigga on your damn street

A star up in my hood, I need a Grammy

I was fucking on that bitch from Detroit

she tried to scam me

They still asking 'bout that house in Miami

Bitch, real rap, no kizzy

DJ, turn me up, play my shit, we get jiggy

I don't think I could name a nigga fucking with me

Murder on my mind, stay gripping on the glizzy

Bad ghetto bitch, real shiesty from the city

Get out our ass, get them shits out our titties

Don't approach me if you don't know me, you feel me?

I'll torch dude, got the fully auto semi

I give smoke, get a Swisher or the Philly

Chopper go dumb, let me show you I'm feeling

Niggas really B, I be bopping with a Billy

Bully in the Bay, niggas bimping out a Bentley

Ho, we sliding, like, really

Money on the clock, I had to time my millies

Ride for my niggas when I pop my wheelies

Cooking in the trap, I never drop my skillet

But I might drop my bitches

And sell 'em to the streets, come and cop my bitches

I don't know who, but them is not my bitches

Niggas like hoes, can you stop that bitching?

(Can you stop that, bitch?)

Bitch, real rap, no kizzy

DJ, turn me up, play my shit, we get jiggy

I don't think I could name a nigga fucking with me

Murder on my mind, stay gripping on the glizzy

Bad ghetto bitch, real shiesty from the city

Get out our ass, get them shits out our titties

Don't approach me if you don't know me, you feel me?

I'll torch dude, got the fully auto semi