Ay, niggas, playin', must be something up in the air 'round this bitch (ay, ay)
Bing, bam, I got iron but I can get it with my fist (ay, ay)
I was on the phone with yo' and we was talkin' 'bout a blitz (ay, ay)
And if I get up his ho', I'm tryna slam on that bitch (ay, ay)
Eatin' lambs off grams, okay, bet (ay, ay)
Tell 'em, 'Free my fam out that jams, okay, bet (ay, ay)
Ay, I kick a bitch off just like Pam, nigga (ay, ay)
This ain't a prop, you gon' feel it when it bam, nigga
On these drugs, I get to to tweakin' for no reason (For no reason)
Atlanta thuggin', I was clutchin' all on Bleveland (Clutchin' all on Bleveland)
He said my name next minute, he was bleedin' (ay, ay)
That boy, he a demon, a kreature, he evil (Okay)
Ay, he send a diss, I'm tryna put him on a switch (Okay)
No pillow talk, I keep them bitches out the mix (Okay)
Ay, find out his block and I pull up like a Lyft (Okay)
Bitch, I got a big gun, why would I use my fists for? (Boom, boom, boom)
Twenty-four a head tap, I turn 'em to a bust down (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Chain swangin', name ringin', tell 'em that I'm up now (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Play up in hte morning, tryna see 'em by the sundown (Huh)
Tell a bitch it's murder and I put on for that uptown (Okay)
Ay, niggas, playin', must be something up in the air 'round this bitch (ay, ay)
Bing, bam, I got iron but I can get it with my fist (ay, ay)
I was on the phone with yo' and we was talkin' 'bout a blitz (ay, ay)
And if I get up his ho', I'm tryna slam on that bitch (ay, ay)
Eatin' lambs off grams, okay, bet (ay, ay)
Tell 'em, 'Free my fam out that jams, okay, bet (ay, ay)
Ay, I kick a bitch off just like Pam, nigga (ay, ay)
This ain't a prop, you gon' feel it when it bam, nigga
