Look, if you a shooter, boy, you better keep the 30 on I'm a player I still got my jersey on Watch her fiend when I put Extra Sturdy on I just told my old bitch that the feelings gone It's a cold world, gotta put the heater on All I hear is Bizzy Banks when the speakers on Put a chop on my hip then my sneakers on Turn to Jeepers Creepers when the beef is on He wanna be down I can't wait to lift him up Swishers, blunts, Runtz, fuck Pistol tucked, run up Touch what? Guns bust Bitch, I am him Can't catch you, hit your goddamn friend Tryna shoot at his top but the chop hit the rim Tryna shoot at his top but the chop hit the what? Like, uh, clutch it Boy you a bitch, get down buss it Nena a freak she gon' squirt when I touch it Shit a get graphic, that's when I love it Think he the wave until we come brush him Why mention Blaze if you not on nothing? Niggas be dyin' for words and clout Look, that ain't nothing new We turn the city up like Uncle Luke Got some old niggas shootin' like they Uncle Drew Last time I seen Pop, we really shook the room Bitch I see the stars when I see the roof Niggas turn to frauds when they hit the booth How you gon' lie when we know the truth? Wasn't Jah Crip when we was up in school? How he turn, uh, that ain't my business Niggas love to slide, he a eye witness Drummer hit his thigh but this is not chicken Bitch I'm a G.O.A.T Can't afford to go broke 'cause my life ain't cheap All I know is be humble, being rowdy ain't neat Always on go so don't think shit sweet Keep blickies 'round me but I ain't 22Gz Shit look like a Glock but hold .223's Uh, look, free all the shooters Hop out with choppa's, you know I got Ruger I do not politic, fuck all the rumours See him in person we just gotta boom him [?], that's how we do him Bro got the gun out Give him the green, he gon' shoot the whole clubhouse After I nut tell that bitch get the fuck out Please don't talk smart 'cause I'm really a dumb out Might shoot when the sun out, look Bitch, I am him Can't catch you, hit your goddamn friend Tryna shoot at his top but the chop hit the rim Tryna shoot at his top but the chop hit the what? Like, uh, clutch it Boy you a bitch, get down buss it Nena a freak she gon' squirt when I touch it Shit a get graphic, that's when I love it Think he the wave until we come brush him Why mention Blaze when if you not on nothing? Niggas be dyin' for words and clout Look, that ain't nothing new We turn the city up like Uncle Luke Got some old niggas shootin' like they Uncle Drew