Come on, come on (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one) Come on ShoNuff Huh, say, say, huh Ain't have to say no more 'cause I ain't— huh, naw I ain't have to say no more 'cause I ain't sayin' fuckin' nothin' I ain't worried 'bout nobody tryna check me shootin' jumpers I done shot that bitch on two, huh, shot that bitch on three He ain't shot that bitch at school, but I shot that bitch at him Naw, I broke his bitch heart in half 'cause it was on her sleeve And she still spint the block and went to the trap and hit her knees, nigga, work It's the Eastside, ain't it? Huh Slidin' in some shit tinted and I'm faded Naw, with my main yeah in the mansion goin' brazy Fuck 'round, eat her pussy while I'm gettin' my hair braided Uh, fuck 'round, make her suck my dick while I'm gettin' my bald fade (Freaky Cuz) She like Angel Reese, offensive rebound with that ball playin' She gon' dribble 'em If I got drugs that just came in, she smuggle 'em I get to fuckin' her, she break them pills up, get to stuffin' 'em, on God Uh, uh, take a ho to Wally World She get rollin' on my dingaling, look like a Bali girl She put a sparkler on that brick of 'caine, look like a bottle girl Remind me of a wet tent, her knees to her chest with it (In that pussy) Let me work again They drop a bag for 'bout one-fifty, bet I swerve again Tuh, ain't no limit with that get-back, they gon' hurt again They thought I went legit, they tryna turn me in Huh, say, say, huh Ain't have to say no more 'cause I ain't— huh, naw I ain't have to say no more 'cause I ain't sayin' fuckin' nothin' I ain't worried 'bout nobody tryna check me shootin' jumpers I done shot that bitch on two, huh, shot that bitch on three He ain't shot that bitch at school, but I shot that bitch at him Naw, I broke his bitch heart in half 'cause it was on her sleeve And she still spint the block and went to the trap and hit her knees, nigga, work Huh, hold up Uh, beat my chest like King Kong, bitch gon' eat my ding-dong Gon' fuck her in the trap while I'm workin', while the fiends home Yeah, bitch, I was made in a crackhouse, this my theme song, yeah My daddy hit my mama in the JoJo's (On God) Naw, they knew I was fucked up from the get-go Fried, I ain't got no problem goin' to slide If we got an issue, it's gon' end up with you dyin', let's rock Your bitch got cameltoe, then I'm gon' handle that, huh, huh I'ma fuck on her and get your partners whacked, huh, uh I was at your brib, run your cameras back (Do it) Yeah, boy, pop up where you live and get your family snatched (For real, do it) Lean with it, huh, rock with it, huh, uh, huh Eleven times out of six, I got a Glock with me Chicken noodle soup with a soda on the side He had pulled up in a coupe (Bitch), I popped that door and then he died Uh, uh, certain shit on sight, that shit DOA (What else?) Ain't no fightin 'for his life, he not gon' be okay (Free ski) Had a pistol on me first time I drove a Wraith (yeah) Ain't never had no CC-dub, I pre-planned all my escapes, nigga, listen (Nigga) Fuck a pot to piss, I ain't have a pile of shit, nigga (Naw) Uh, roommates with the roaches, grew up, then got rich, nigga You a bitch, nigga, I'm is not no bitch, nigga Throw a fist, nigga, bet I respawn with a glitch, nigga Button on my left, uh, button on my right (Uh) I'll press a button right now, button on his eye Huh, huh, naw, get to dumpin' 'til we catch a strike In a strike, had to make sure we do it right My daddy Huh, say, say, huh Ain't have to say no more 'cause I ain't— huh, naw I ain't have to say no more 'cause I ain't sayin' fuckin' nothin' I ain't worried 'bout nobody tryna check me shootin' jumpers I done shot that bitch on two, huh, shot that bitch on three He ain't shot that bitch at school, but I shot that bitch at him Naw, I broke his bitch heart in half 'cause it was on her sleeve And she still spint the block and went to the trap and hit her knees, nigga, work