Pull up on that boy, we gon flash out

Yeah I heard you wifin' on that bitch, a week ago I blew her back out

My dick all in your mouth, that's what you mad bout

I know a pussy, his name Jarett

You ain't bout that shit I rap bout

You a bitch just like your daddy boy, let's keep it real

Go tell my brother I said fuck him, that's just how I feel

Oh you still mad I fucked your bitch lil bro, it been some years

Like you've got two nephews at home that you ain't seen in years

And Jarett you ain't bout that shit that you be cappin bout

Remember all them days that we was chillin' back at Kevin's house

When we were smokin' weed and skippin school, you went and ran your mouth

Since I fucked your bitch I swear you pussies just can't stand me now

I heard he mad about a bitch, don't make me step on shit

Cause we gon' hit you where it hurts, some shit you can't forget

Don't make me have to spin the block, boy I know where you live

I'm out for blood, I spin the block and we gon' end your shit

Who gon die today

Say you bout that shit, well bitch we bout the same

Ain't nobody safe, you don't want no smoke 'cause it go down that way

I'm swervin lanes, bitch I'm out that gutta, know I rep the gang

Fuck what you claim, I be wit my slimes and they gon' let it bang

Bitch I'm out that gutta, yeah I'm reppin for dat foe

Tell that pussy I said fuck him, hit my line if he want smoke

Tell lil bro I hit his hoe right from the back, she grabbed her toes

I had my dick all in her mouth, that lil bitch gaggin out her throat, yeah

Go ask that boy, no I ain't cappin that shit really happened

Ain't gotta lie, we know the real you boy you ain't no savage

Know you ain't really bout that life, you ain't built for the static

Pull up in traffic, let him have it, now this shit get tragic

That's the sound, I bring them glocks out

Met that boy in high school but I bet I make him drop out

Say you don't wanna test with me lil boy I fuck yo thot now

You might think I'm Polo G the way I pull up and I pop out

Purple baby bitch, you know I keep that iron on me

I used to call that boy my brother, now I'm slidin on 'em

Pop out the cut and do em dirty we ain't hidin bout it

Bitch I'm geekin, pop a perky in the function with my slimes round me

Catch a opp and let it pop lil bitch I'm ridin with a dirty stick

Boy you bet not get it twisted make me show you bout this murda shit

That boy said he want smoke, we handle shit, no I ain't worried bitch

When it's up, you know it's stuck

Ain't squashin shit, that means it's permanent

Bitch