(Intro)
HA AYE (Lil Bitch)

Yeah AHAHAHA (YEAH)

Yeah HAHAHA (YEAH)

(Verse 1)
P-P-Pull out the knife pull out the switchblade

Balling so hard I feel like I'm MJ

Talking that shit and I pull out this big drake

I carry them sticks I carry them big things

Kicking his ass I feel like I'm Lui Kang

Stay with the clan I'm not taking about Wu Tang

Choppa it switch up like some mood swings

Can't fuck with that boy that nigga he so lame

I'm with the team they all on the roster

Ball in the paint like I'm Iguodala

Niggas so broke they ain't got no dollar

Rocking that Fendi I'm rocking that Prada

And I Gucci it's all on my collar

Spot on that boy you know that we shot em

Stay with my Nina I feel like I'm Autumn

Draco beatbox we Spot em We Got Em

(Hook)

(Yeah)
Took a xan a couple bars

On my wrist be Audemar

I feel like a Superstar

O-O-On the block wе dropped that boy

Can't play me son no I ain't no toy

I hold them racks up with joy

Wе send that boy right to the Lord

Run in your house we kick down doors

We got them racks up on the floor

I got the guwap, but I want more

And we got hella sticks galore

And in the trap we pouring 4s

I keep my Glock right in the drawer

And blow that bitch when I get bored
(BOOM)

(Verse 2)

Can't fuck with no 1s only them Benjamin's

Taking these percs yeah I’m taking my medicine

Lil boy you a rookie and I stand as a veteran

Can’t 1 up on me lil boy I’m the better man

Keep on a lil tux man I feel like a gentleman

Shot his ass up now that boy he a skeleton

Swerve in a Vette and I swerve in a rover

Do-Do-Do-Blatt now that boy slumped over

Look at your ice, but my shit colder

Keep an AK strapped on my shoulder
(Yeah)

Brand new Glock it got a red beam

All these niggas wanna test me

Kickin shit I feel like Bruce Lee

Got my paper it be loose leaf

I'm real slime, but I'll make your nose bleed

All these niggas they can't hoe me

Got these bands I'm on my lonely

And these niggas they be phony

Call up Vonte that's by broddie

Test lil bro he snatch yo chain

Just like Fredo my Glocks bang

(Hook)

Took a xan a couple bars

On my wrist be Audemar

I feel like a Superstar

O-O-On the block we dropped that boy

Can't play me son no I ain't no toy

I hold them racks up with joy

We send that boy right to the Lord

Run in your house we down doors

We got them racks up on the floor

I got the guwap, but I want more

And we got hella sticks galore

And in the trap we pouring 4s

I keep my Glock right in the drawer

And blow that bitch when I get bored