[ Featuring Xanman ]
Ayy, woo
Ooh, ooh, ooh,
Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Put a chop to his head like he special ed
Xan got a big .40 and I'll still put it down and then rack his ass
Blood all over the scene, blood on the scene, it look like a maxipad
Indian plug, hold up, that nigga got work in a taxi cab
And I still got grams in a plastic bag
Put the gun, brrt, put the gun, brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey
Bitch, I'm not a human being, I'm a walking Micheal Myers movie scene
Bust all over her face, she told her niggas it's acne removal cream
Swimmin' in that water, she call me big daddy, bitch, I'm Scuba Steve
All of these internet niggas, they need gigabytes and computer screens
Kick door, move our ass up in the glizzy
21 Jump Street, niggas be Schmidty
Walk down 'cause these niggas be sissies
My family proud, they callin' me sticky
Big four of Wock', we ain't sippin' on whiskey
Pull up with a Fendi, they call me Ulysses
Grant, my shooter with dreads, he know where your man that
Moonwalkin' like Mike Jack, I got spandex
Thirty bands, got a bougie bitch implants
Rolex watch, they like "where Ben 10 at?"
I'm servin' that shit like Maddy
Throwin' Scooby Snacks, "okay Raggie"
I hit on a bitch, she like "okay, daddy"
Went to jail, had a big Glock spazzin'
Choppa make him flip, he do gymnastics
Nigga play with them automatics
Brrt, put the gun, brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey
Put a chop to his head like he special ed
Xan got a big .40 and I'll still put it down and then rack his ass
Blood all over the scene, blood on the scene, it look like a maxipad
Indian plug, hold up, that nigga got work in a taxi cab
And I still got grams in a plastic bag
Put the gun, brrt, put the gun, brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey
Hey, how the f*ck you a plug with no work?
How the f*ck you a killer, no dirt?
Shooter shoot like DaBaby, he Kirk
Give his family the blues like a Smurf
Used to trap off the phone by the church
Servin' outta KD off the earth
All my niggas been G from the birth
Send him up, now he sleepin' in church
You believe it or not, you can see what I'm worth
Shake him up and shoot, I call him Durk
She get on top, she gonna squirt
She say it hurt 'cause it got girth
If I got a bag, she get a purse, psych
Bustin', I'm bustin' a swerve right
I gotta take me a trip, flight
Is he a man or a bitch, dyke
Ha, ha-ha-ha, I wanna LaFerrari with the top down
Ha, ha-ha-ha, I'm doin' pretty good for a Largo dropout
Ha, ha-ha-ha, say that heat, it's cool 'cause I'm hot now
Ha, ha-ha-ha, now we in the buildin', these niggas locked out
Brrt, put the gun (ayy), brrt, brrt, brrt (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Put a chop to his head like he special ed
Xan got a big.40 and I'll still put it down and then rack his ass
Blood all over the scene, blood on the scene, it look like a maxipad
Indian plug, hold up, that nigga got work in a taxi cab
And I still got grams in a plastic bag
Put the gun, brrt, put the gun, brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey
