Pew, pew, pew, yeah, ayy (Pew, pew, pew) Yeah, I don't know what we gon' call the album, but (Cio) Fuck it, I might make this the intro song, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah Seat a recliner, lil' Quincho been stackin' designer But he ain't found nothin' to go with it Found me a way out the streets, but I still gotta play on the P's I just let my lil' bro hit it We leave niggas deceased, I ain't signed to G Herbo But when we start beefin', it's no limit Got off my ass, had to go get it He say he ridin' 'bout his clique'nem, but my niggas no different Too hood to go R&B, but I still put the truth in it New house came with three rooms in it She said I went out in two minutes last time So I popped a Perc' just to groove in it Brand new coupe, backseat with no room in it She like a hoop with the troops, I'm a lieutenant He tryna hide, stay inside, we gon' shoot in it Had to lay low and just grind for a few minutes New M5, not a SRT I don't change up, nigga, LRG Green dot with a stock on the ARP Draw down with this lead like it's A-R-T My son got more paper than y'all, what you didn't know? Got the rap check and investin' in Crypto We got some big shit that go through a hippo Won't do no flies and I'm poppin' like Crisco Yeah, it ain't no slidin', why you talkin' bout slidin'? I came in, bitch, that's just how I'm dying We gotta seek for the opps 'cause they hidin' Jumped in the crowd with my chain and my iron Bitches you ridin', better make up your mind Retaliation don't come with no time We made a toast just to pour up some lime He made a post, we gon' blow out his mind It ain't no slidin', why you talkin' bout slidin'? I came in, bitch, that's just how I'm dying We gotta seek for the opps 'cause they hidin' Jumped in the crowd with my chain and my iron Bitches you ridin', better make up your mind Retaliation don't come with no time We made a toast just to pour up some lime He made a post, we gon' blow out his mind He make a post, make him go to the drop Sam catch up with him, we gon' hit at his top She said she wanted me ghost like the ho name was Taiki Bitch wanna fuck on my brother, you know I ain't stop 'em Can't be my baby, I don't do no adoptin' Don't fuck with niggas like I run with Nazis With a bitch makin' Tres, but I'm pourin' up Wocky Put this shit on, put money in all of my pockets Ayy, I see you watchin', I hope you ain't plottin' Got a Glock .23, but I shoot it like Stockton Droppin' off bags and put dope in your stocking Got a cougar who drop off the Perkys and Roxys If you tryna make money, just sit back and watch it All my phone do is ring, you would think I was boxin' If we talkin' 'bout boxin', what, I'm havin' boxes This shit exotic, just pull up and cop it I can tell she a stripper, the tats on her body I rap when I want to, but trappin' my hobby She get in the hotel and catch plays in the lobby 6ix9ine, he a rat, we don't fuck with Tekashis White girl'll go gnarly, just give her a Molly The way I've been pippin', think my name Scottie Think I'm a lick, he get looked like Charlie Slide on a opp, roll him up like Marley Floyd, I'm ballin', I feel like a Marvin Go Smith like Will, he lame like Carlton His house on fire, I guess I'm an artist Drop back, throw bullets like Carson Ayy, Runtz got me high, I done been to a martian Play with my bands, them young niggas marchin' Ayy, play with my bands, young niggas gon' shoot some Guys in the truck, we pull up and move some Yeah, it ain't no slidin', why you talkin' bout slidin'? I came in, bitch, that's just how I'm dying We gotta seek for the opps 'cause they hidin' Jumped in the crowd with my chain and my iron Bitches you ridin', better make up your mind Retaliation don't come with no time We made a toast just to pour up some lime He made a post, we gon' blow out his mind Gon' blow out his shit