[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, I done leveled up bitch
Ayy, ayy, I done leveled up bitch
I got a set it up bitch
Give the call to the shootas, they wet you up quick

[Verse 1]
The second I step in they swallow
They gather the breath holdin' up but they hollow
I pull up wit' hollows, they cut through yo' brothel
I knock the meat out yo' taco
I shoot at yo' vatos, they call me El Chapo
Pussy boy just watch yo' paso
Yo' posse all pussy I know they gon' follow
I'm splittin' his meat 'til he got vitilago
Then run off on plug, I'm like pronto
This stick got a drum, that ain't bongo
He sit in his blood like he Bono
Abdominal bullets go mano-e-mano
Uh, my new lil' bitch mexicano
She came off the boat, had the dope in a pothole
YOLO the motto, I pull on the throttle
I'm skrrtin' off quick, tell my cuervos like vamos
I'm bussin', I'm bussin', I'm bussin'
A big .30 clip what I'm tuckin'
He get turnt down when I up it
2-3 get foul then I buck it
I don't want yo' bitch boy you buggin'
These n***as be tweakin' I squeeze it in public
Uh, I know these n***as on nothin'
One phone for the hoes and one phone for the juggin'
I hit that lick and I skrrt off
Flyin' the plane I'm like Murdock
She hop on the bus, take her shirt off
Then throwin' that hoe like a curveball
Burnin' rubber when I burn off
This shot make that boy do the birdwalk
You fuck wit' a opp that's a turn off
She spit up the nut like a furball
[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, I done leveled up bitch
Ayy, ayy, I done leveled up bitch
I got a set it up bitch
Give the call to the shootas, they wet you up quick

[Verse 2]
I am the son of the old dirty bastard
Yo' look is over if you search disaster
The church and the pastors reek lurkin' the havoc
Run through the block tryna purge as a habit
Certain yo' status is worthless, I've had it
I'm at the cadaver when you get to passin'
Feel like Bo Jackson I'm swingin' and smashin'
I can't miss a hit intricate wit' the batting
I'm in the field it don't matter the sport
Double my cup then yo' bladder get poured
Stuffin' the wood wit' the back of the fork
While we roll and we whip ain't no crashin' this course
What do these boys act like savages for?
Half of 'em hoarding a massive remorse
Now all the shit they was actin' before is an action and they couldn't match it with force
New dirty gun now I'm back to my chores
You can try runnin' yo back'll get boards
Yo' bitch a dummy, I cannot afford to be wastin' my money, that's time wit' yo' whore
Way outta luck but I'm feelin' deluxe
Lil' bitch I am loaded LUX
Pistol I tuck, get hit' wit the butt
Yeah the bottom was fuckin' em up
Alla these n***as they suck
Alla these n***as they suck
I am a crow out the cut
I am a crow out the cut
Blade finna go in his guts
Now he ain't talkin' too much
I think that cat got his tongue
Or that lil' boy dead as fuck
At first he was talkin' so tough
Now that lil' boy dead as fuck
Now that lil' boy dead as fuck
Now that lil' boy dead as fuck
See yo' hoe bet I wet that bitch up
Get a stain and I set that bitch up
She feelin' blessed when I touch
But I don't want shit but a nut