Lyrics
These niggas already know how we fucking rocking, like cutoff stockings
Ain't no kush in my pocket, just big bankroll and dirty drakos
Shooters on point, they gon' shoot when I say so
Lil Jaq in the cut he gonna fuck around and give you a halo
I'ma start this off by saying "Boy we on yo ass" (ha-ha)
Doing that Instagram thugging for them hoes and your fans
You don't type how you act, you gonna get your ass blamed
'Round here, repping like you stepping, you ain't even in your bag (baow)
You ain't even got a body, I'ma send you with your mans (ah-ah)
Last nigga tried to play, I left his ass where he stand
Should've killed his fucking dog, but his pussy-ass ran
You don't get no respect 'cause your goody ass ran (ayy)
My driver swung the door (ah-ah)
I hopped out and up'd the score
Hit his ass a couple times, it ain't empty bang some more
Put these halos in his throat (ah-ah), how many hit? I say about four
It's here cases on the scene, I mask up they ain't gonna know
Counting old money, new money, I got blue hundreds
Stomp a nigga ass out, boy this Glock like 200 hundred
Catch that nigga air it out, I know he won't shoot nothing (ah-ah)
You know that nigga killed your dawg and you still ain't do nothing
Up the stick (ah-ah), it's a whole hundred
You a whole dummy, finna wipe the nigga nose, I think the nigga nose running
Freaky bitch she gonna eat the dick, she got a nigga cumming
Sorry baby, I'll be home later I've been road running (baow, baow, baow)
Ayy, why this nigga faking acting, like I owe him something? (Gang, gang, gang)
It's okay, go grab the K, I'm finna show this nigga something (yeah, yeah)
Nigga, huh, I'm like nigga what you gonna step on, who? (huh, huh)
Catch you lacking bitch, it's cracking swear to god you better shoot (baow, baow)
Nigga, we can get up since you wanna get tuff
223's hit his intestines make him pick his shit up (ah-ah) (gang)
She like, "Jdot pull my hair", she want me to get rough
Smoke a pound, dick her down, she know I got that good stuff
You know I saw his ass walking, so I hopped out the truck
He tried to run, I hit his lungs 223's tripped him up
Hit his ass like six times but I guess it's his luck
Them nigga know I did it I just don't give two fucks (uh)
I'm wild as the fuck
Bitch, you shoot at ducks 'cause they hoes take your poles and come light your street up
Sherwood the real double O tell me why you stole they stuff
You a clown, you want clout (ha-ha) you don't get enough
I'm in the back with a Mac, with lil' Jaq in the cut
If I can't get you, lil' bro will, Ackafool, fuck him up
That's your hoe, she for the team I watched Leeke stuff her guts
You out here loving on that thot, and that thot getting fucked
Been hanging off the drugs (baow) I'm on all types of stuff (gang)
I got two drivers, an Zayy, an baby j in the cut
They gonna get me out the jam bitch I done seen enough (baow, baow)
So I'ma spin on your shit, until I feel like its enough
You a rat and you telling but I don't give a fuck (ah-ah)
'Cause all rats gotta die, you just ain't gone that's just your luck
Ready for armageddon, nothing but choppers in this truck
223's start flying, I advise you too duck
Bitch, we switch chasing that car, that's most likely gonna get stuck
Have bronem on your ass, they gonna buck you for them bucks (ah-ah)
You know it's rest up Jay its Raloway
Ain't nobody safe mamas gonna cry today
Jdot hop out with that K, Jaq clear the scene
While Baby J do the race, fuck nigga (ha, gang)
