Swaggy on it, what up, bro
This shit gon' be crazy, man
Oh, f*ck
Strapped up like it's Texas, chase him down and tell them boys to hold him
Don't play by my pape, that boy was late, that's why I had to fold him
Yeah, I may look small, but this gun tall just like that nigga Holgram
Bitch, I'm Michael Myers in the flesh, I thought I f*ckin' told him
Pussy, I'm the man, I get you gone, just cause you ain't listen
Purple in my cup, they think it's grape, but that's not what I'm sippin'
Pull up on this block with all these hammers, they not used for fixin'
Bitch, I'm callin' plays just like it's Madden, all my niggas blitzin'
We got G23s and G19s that'll make your body stiff
We got ARPs and dracs with titties that'll make your body flip
Better have on your vest cause these gon' stick just like some body clips
Don't be in our way, we EBK, we got a body list
Yeah, yeah, 5 a.m., I'm in that mode
My brother locked away when he call up, we gotta talk in code
I'm a trapaholic, send me some pounds and I'ma break the load
Smashin' in the Hawk, feel like the Hulk, I might just break the road
I got so much cash inside my hand, I can't even make it fold
I need another wood, this blunt too fat, I can't even make it hold
Smokin' on some pressure, hit so hard, it might just break your nose
Clap them in designer, mad as f*ck, I gotta change my clothes
Loadin' up these guns just like a package goin' through the mail
Better pray to God that we don't slide, it's gon' be rainin' hell
He tryna run, but the switch too fast, that's why he tripped and fell
Standin' over top, last thing he heard was this shit for shells
Bitch, it was this shit for shells