[Intro]
Grrt (Let that shit bang, n***a)
Frrt
Uh, uh
Uh, yeah (Aw, man, it’s the Kronic, don't even worry about it)

[Pre-Chorus]
N***a don't want that verse, he ain't coppin' a fee
He was gangster at first, now he coppin' a plea
He gon' ride in a hearse if he try it with me
N***a don't want that work, it's a Glock in my beam (Ayy)
It get dirty with me, I'ma ride for my team
Glock 30 on me like the size of my jean (Fah)
Ride with that lightnin' like I'm a McQueen
Five-hunnid dollars for some new McQueens (Ayy)

[Chorus]
Fuck on that bitch, make her cream (Ah-ah)
Fucked on that bitch, made her scream, ayy (Bitch)
I took the lil' bih', now she talkin' like me
I fucked on that bih', made her mean (She mean)
That sub' eatin', boy, no Marine
N***a, I mean this brand-new submachine
Send the addy and we on the scene
Shoota like fiends, hit 'em and ain't none seen
[Verse 1]
Ayy, hit 'em up like Shakur
He came with a mop and got wiped like the floor
She ask why I'm whippin' that foreign, 'cause I'm bored
And I drive like I ain't had a license before
Rap n***a fuck with me, he gon' need life insurance
Ayy, yo' life ain't as short as this side of my aura
N***a wan' play, we gon' be at the morgue
Yeah, the n***a gon' die just for tryin' my sword
Ayy, ayy, 187 that boy off the porch (Hrrt)
New MAC-11, it look like a torch (Hrrt)
Two straps on my shoulder, I look like a dork, ayy, ayy (Two big ones)
I do this for money, don't do it for sport
Yeah, I do this most and then I do some more (Ayy)
I do it for show, I don't do it for sure, bitch, ayy
Recruitin' a shooter, come play with LeBron (Ayy)
Run up on dude while he cuttin' his grass, put two in his head, leave ya' face in a lawn (Fah, fah)
I don't know why all these n***as who be on the bench act like they wanna play all the time (Wanna play all time)
N***as be talkin' so much that they thinkin' you just wanna hear what they say all the time (Hear what they say all the time)
Ayy, ayy, fifteen shots (Fah), but it came out a .9 (Yeah)
That n***a thought he was lit, he got hit with that— (Ayy), n***a, them bullets put change in his mind, ayy (Bah), ayy (Bah)
Ayy, I'm on probation and still with the stick
With LVPD homie still on my dick
Want me in the pen', but I'm still in this bitch, n***a, n***a (Ayy)
One banana clip, go gorilla in this bitch (Brrt)
I get the peel and I'm firin' more than the Amazon Forest (Bah), n***as gon' forfeit (Ayy)
For any n***a who test my powers, it's flowers like florist (Flowers)
I'ma get omitted to an asylum, I'm spendin' the night just for killin', this shit, n***a, this borin' (Ayy)
[Chorus]
Fuck on that bitch, make her cream (Ah-ah)
Fucked on that bitch, made her scream, ayy (Bitch)
I took the lil' bih', now she talkin' like me
I fucked on that bih', made her mean (Ayy)
It get dirty with me, I'ma ride for my team
Glock 30 on me like the size of my jean (Fah-fah)
Ride with that lightnin' like I'm a McQueen (Ayy, ayy)
Five-hunnid dollars for some new McQueens (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2]
Please do not come run up on me while I'm with family, y'all causin' a scene (N***a)
Strapped with that cutta like I'm Wolverine
I don't fuck with these n***as like I'm Paula Dean, ooh (Ayy)
Without the jewelry I'm still lookin' glorious (Ooh), feel like Kodak in '15, ooh
Like two-hunnid the tee (Ooh), five-hunnid my feet and three-hunnid the jean (Ayy)
Slide on yo' stream with this bitch and cause chaos, they finna think Adolf came back from the dead
Fake shot a n***a on accident tryna hit who he was with in the back of the head (Bah, bah), damn

[Outro]
I wasn't even finished, man, I ain't even need these last few bars, for real
Yeah, uh (Yeah)