Five o'clock, he just hit the block to get his lil dawg (ProtegeBeatz)
Hundred thousand a piece, yea, capeesh, they got one job
Gas station, he picked up his dawg, they got chopsticks
Told his dawg, "Don't get inside the car if yeen gone pop shit"

"Take this, gloves on, and wear that black mask"
Told 'em, "Hell nah bra, I got my hoodie and my red flag"
Now it's six o'clock, they get to rollin' down the street
Bra ain't really trippin', this his third job this week

They roll up a blunt, they gotta get high, they gotta smoke one
The demons in his head all the time, he gotta smoke sum
6:39, they get to rollin' past the spot
This one gon' be hard cause they see hoes, in and out

But lil bra don't give no fuck, they play, them hoes gettin' popped
Lil bra, he say he wanna rob 'em, but he know he 'sposed to kill 'em
They don't even need bags, he told lil bra to shut the fuck up, wear his ski mask
I hope you ready, nigga, cause we finna drive back

That nigga pull up at the spot, and I'm shootin' out the window, hope you know we hoppin' out
They get to creepin' up, make sure you checkin' your surroundings, nobody seein' us
Lil bra stop tryin' me, you know this ain't my first job
And plus he know the nigga they killin', he crossed 'em, John Wall

Before they made it to the door, some shots came through the wall
Lil bra ain't playin, he hittin' back, that nigga gettin' off
Big bra was tripping, he got hit up, hit 'em in his top
Lil bra out there by his self, he got to rockin' out

But shit got harder, cause them niggas started poppin' out
Lil bra had got behind the car, he had to reload
Came up out that bitch like scarface, nigga, free smoke
Hit the first nigga, made 'em drop

Then he caught the second nigga, tryna crawl back in the spot
He finna walk down, the nigga beggin' for his life he like, "I got a child"
Lil bra say he don't give no fuck, this shit here do or die
He hit the nigga in his top and watched him bleed out

Lil bra ran to the car, hopped in, speed out
He see the police comin' up the street, he do the dash
He bent the curb on them folks, fucked round, did 'em nasty
And plus he shootin' while he drivin', he done made 'em crash

That shit crazy 'cause lil bra done fucked round, got away
He hit the nigga up and told 'em, "Dawg I need that cash"
"Did you kill 'em?" "I'm like Levi Jeans all on his ass"
He pulled up on the nigga, he had got a hundred racks
And I need that other money, 'cause I can't get my nigga back