(Doodie in this bitch) Think his ass hot, put that fan on him (Gah) Get his ass killed, put some bands on him (Bitch) Free the real niggas out that can, homie (Let's get it) I know some real niggas, I can't speak on 'em (Yeah) I know where you hang, where you hide out (Where you hide out) We are not the same, nigga, you won't ride out (Bitch) Pull up with that flame, bang, then that fire out Them shells hit yo fuckin' torso, then it's time out (Boom, boom, boom boom) Pussy nigga had shot me, get my leg back I'ma slide to your party, fuckin' kick back We ain't givin' away passes, this ain't Six Flags Last nigga got shot got a shit bag High speed on the 12, made him zig-zag Get the profits, put it down like a Kit Kat And that fuckin' 40, yeah, that six pack Shoot one, we kill three, get that gift back Finna get a fuckin' striaght, put some shoes on it Batting 2K, I won't lose on it I be off the lane, I don't snooze on 'em Fuck with us, you gon' make the news, homie (Let's get it) Think his ass hot, put that fan on him (Gah) Get his ass killed, put some bands on him (Bitch) Free the real niggas out that can, homie (Let's get it) I know some real niggas, I can't speak on 'em (Yeah) I know where you hang, where you hide out (Where you hide out) We are not the same, nigga, you won't ride out (Bitch) Pull up with that flame, bang, then that fire out Them shells hit yo fuckin' torso, then it's time out (Boom, boom, boom boom) Mans gon' do a hit when it's black out Sold a hundred Ps in the trap house I'm that fuckin' nigga niggas rap 'bout Fuck a nigga bitch quick 'til she tap out Actin' like a fuckin' fool in that AMG Don't make a wrong move, don't you play with me Down 57 South, I get 'em A to Z And I never went to school, don't know my ABCs But I can count money like it's 1, 2, 3 And everywhere I go, you know it's guns with me And the bullets sting like they bumblebees Nigga, I'm a king, I'm a humble beast Think his ass hot, put that fan on him (Gah) Get his ass killed, put some bands on him (Bitch) Free the real niggas out that can, homie (Let's get it) I know some real niggas, I can't speak on 'em (Yeah) I know where you hang, where you hide out (Where you hide out) We are not the same, nigga, you won't ride out (Bitch) Pull up with that flame, bang, then that fire out Them shells hit yo fuckin' torso, then it's time out (Boom, boom, boom boom)