[Intro: Splurge]
Yeah, Guan on the fucking beat
Stop playing
Bad bitch she bad to the bone

[Verse: Splurge]
Run in your trap and we take out a zone
We do not play with cracked n***as. like phones
You a crackhead, bitch you smoke out that bong
You do not touch me, your life will be gone
And we got Glocks for them boys acting tough
Top tier gang, t up the show bitch tryna fuck
Ice in my mouth so they know that I'm up
We got them sticks, n***as know they not touching us
Knock on my floor I’m like fuck it [?]
Keep looking at my guns, bullets go grab em'
Rank One Gang got them chains we be snatching
Fuck in the trap, I'm bust down in the mansion
We’ll shoot this bitch up, we don't care about ya'll dancing
Fuck in Versace, little bitch I am fancy
Fox-4 News, that's where you can be
D right behind me, ain't a n***a playing with me
Rappers be capping. who have you robbed?
You not gonna make it, go get a job
Flew back to my city like where is the opps?
I beat a bitch up, tell her go and call her pops
That bitch be tripping cause I see them spirits
.45 hit you, but you ain't gonna hear it
You see the sprinter van, don't get near it
We leave the whole scene [?]
Still fuck your gang, put a whole in them ah
I am so rich I take hoes to the mall
Call Rank One they'll shoot through the walls
Empty that shit we gon shoot at the laws
[Verse: $tylo]
Think I ain’t finna shoot?
I’mma rip it
Empty the clip, tables start flipping
Walk in his crib, his bitch start stripping
When he get home, that n***a start tripping
I got these strippers, serving the snow
One name Snow White one name Kilo
HIttas on deck, ready to blow
Run in your home, than turn up fosho
You might run your city, but we run the state
I know if you Debo's, they’ll come take your plate
Thought he was a trapper, till we took his weight
Reached for my chain, he sealed his fate
Bro gon' pop him, than hop in the Wraith
We ain't leave a trace, no face no case
I let it spray, like I got mace
But I'll whip your ass, so get out my face
Don’t say it in the booth, n***a say it in my face
N***as talking hella reckless, till they get to Texas
Till we pull up on him, dump him like your ex-bitch
N***as want smoke, they ain't gotta lighter
Four or five pistols, bitch I was a fighter
Bitch I'm up, like I pulled an all nighter
You smoking a gram, out of a zip
I'm smoking a qt, out of a brick
Bitch!
[Outro: $tylo]
Yeah
Guan on the beat, bitch!
$tylo and Splurge in this hoe
Bad News, double S G shit