Ayy, what's up? Oh Ayy, Griselda, Dope Gang Look Y'all don't know what to do when I show you the blueprint I ain't water it down 'cause I didn't know you was stupid You searchin' online for the truth that I throw in the music I can show it and prove, I don't gotta post it to prove it (I don't) I know how to cock it, I know how to load it and shoot it I'm alkaline water amongst all the sodas and juices You went from what's crackin' to what's poppin' I beat a body, then go gun shoppin' You're scared of the dark, my nigga, you sun-blockin' I'm hotheaded, my tongue dropped in a plug socket Take your lung, pop it, then I lunchbox it (Ow) I jump shot it and double-pump rockets 'til my blood clot blood-clottin' Fuck stoppin' Your man got jumped, he was just watchin' I left your body in the trunk rottin' House niggas never pluck cotton I'm just boxed in Jabbin', I'm just boxin' Jumped up, dodgin' I'm from where Santa Claus ain't never come stuff stockings You hustle or play ball, those are fucked up options I just fucked memory lane up drunk drivin' What? What? What could y'all do to me? My ex tryna put a hex on me, voodoo me This heavy artoolery Strapped with the semi harpoonery I'm multitaskin', lookin' at your chain' while I'm Googlin' where to pawn jewelry I ain't with the tomfoolery I'm Huey P in the wrong community All my laundry is Louis V I burned a Moncler, Prada, and Gucci tee Inside a eulogy, I'd rather you to me, partner When the shots fly and the rain falls It's a homicide, tell me, who can you call? When it's all lies, you can be right or wrong It can be you or me, who's ever with on the draw Mama, pray for me Just pray for me, uh Ayy You got shooters layin' all in your bushes and grass Waitin' for you so they can be took to the cash Got you openin' your safe and got you pullin' out cash And you know what happen next when they pull up his mask Nigga, the muzzle flash and the bullet'll pass Through your melon, your whole shit gettin' put on the glass Robbery gone bad, news bulletin flash I laugh 'cause I'm the nigga that put up the bag Yeah, I'ma be straight as long as my mama pray for me If you gon' be around, you gotta spray for me Uh, gotta be solid all the way for me Real nigga, that's somethin' you ain't gotta say for me (You already know what time it is) My resume'll vouch (Uh) You was never straight, you ain't never weigh an ounce (Ha) I'm with your bitch, 'bout to penetrate her mouth (Huh?) I give the word, a nigga finna spray your house (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Motherfucker