Them niggas talk shit behind keyboards, don't even come outside Drako come with torch by the handle, gon' get your ass fried I got both in high 32 and below 25 Don't believe in drive-by, I walk up and let you see the thing Truck out with a 50, you know how we slide Exotic Glock came with the pot, the bill hold fifty-five I scrap the show, try me, get shot, we left off in the crowd We gotta know this hollow hot, and my young nigga wild We got a man, he ain't shoot it, I told you to take the shot You know me, I'm too official, I'm riding with you, ride or not In the Hellcat smashing out the traffic with the latest thot Goofy bitch in my inbox, trap house, shoot out your latest drop Now with two inches up on they mission, I left on my watch Cartier ain't my diamond, keep on glistening when I chase the Glock Yeah, he was my day one, but they know he turned into cop No beef in the street, these niggas would rather see me dead, so fuck 'em