[Intro]
Ray, why don't you enlighten me?
N***a, ØUTLAW got that gas
Trap!
Passin' and swervin'
Had to hit the stu' because the trap wasn't workin'
He T'd up on the 'Gram, but he was passive in person
Should've sign his ass OD, a n***a swaggin and surfin (A-A-Astro got it runnin')

[Chorus 1]
Get his ass!
Run him down, choppas, damn, make him do the choppa dance
N***a, fuck my government, we sticked up like the Taliban
Woke up on some other shit, I turned him to a runnin' man
He think that he killin' shit, I'm cooler than a ceiling fan
Run up, damn, choppas, damn, make him do the choppa dance
N***a, fuck my government, we sticked up like the Taliban
Woke up on somе other shit, I turned him to a runnin' man
He think that hе kneein' shit 'cause he don't fuck no fuckin' fans

[Verse 1]
I heard it's war, me and my n***as had to practice
What happened? What fuckin' happened? You n***as cappin'
NBA Jam, bitch, I've been ballin' like the Magic
I'm taxin', I'm fuckin' cashin', young n***a swaggin'
My baggies got LV's blastin', Louie compassion
Fantastic, my satisfaction, GG my fashion
Bitch, you can call me Don or Mr. Milwaukee Assassin
I'm blastin', I'm fuckin' blastin', he everlastin'
If its up, then it's up, he ain't no kin to me
In The Matrix dodgin' every fuckin' shot you n***as sendin' me
Hold on, just to count my bread I need like ten of me
Hold on, I just fucked that bitch, now she my enemy
Like, hold on, I just hopped up out the back, threw the packs to bro like "Go long"
These n***as cap a lot, and he ain't even got no polo on
Young Donny, Kakarot, got the packs a lot
I be down in Houston like I signed to Rap-A-Lot
You ain't crazy like that boy, you just been actin' hot
Red beams all on his face, that boy got chicken pox
I just fucked a n***a bitch and sent her to the spot
She said her main man don't like Don, that n***a in a box
[Refrain]
Trap n***as only
Rubber band man, I got bad bitches only
Man, you n***as know what's up
We make these bitches double dutch
Yeezo, he was thrown as fuck, and he got him a double cup
Damn, trap n***as only
Rubber band man, I got bad bitches only
Man, my n***as gone as fuck
In a Tonka fuckin' truck
Tryna hit his stomach up, my n***as fucked the summer up

[Chorus 2]
Get his ass!
Run him down, choppas, damn, make him do the choppa dance
N***a, fuck my government, we sticked up like the Taliban
Woke up on some other shit, I turned him to a runnin' man
He think that he killin' shit, I'm cooler than a ceiling fan
Run up, damn, choppas, damn, make him do the choppa dance
My brother on some other shit, we sticked up like the Taliban
Why you T'd up like you gunnin' shit?, I turned him to a runnin' man
He think that he kneein' shit 'cause he don't fuck no fuckin' fans

[Verse 2]
Goddamn, they tryna turn me to the old me
24 me, bitch, I was ballin' like I'm Kobe
Ayy, like you meet me up, you n***as typing on the doley
Ayy bro, I can't fuck with n***as, 'cause these lil n***as- cause these-
'Cause these lil n***as police
Donny ride that demon like a motherfuckin' stoley
Ayy, don't hold me, I'm tryna go, B
I'm fuckin' floatin', I'm dozin
She Amber Rosin', she want a promotion
And that- And that drank can't hold me
Smokin' OUTLAW OG and bitch, that gas can't slow me
What you smokin' on? Get off my fuckin' dick, Mr. Moseby
Take this photo though, I'm swagged the fuck out, oh yes, for surely
[Refrain]
Trap n***as only
Rubber band man, I got bad bitches only
Man, you n***as know what's up
We make these bitches double dutch
Yeezo, he was thrown as fuck, and he got him a double cup
Damn, trap n***as only
Rubber band man, I got bad bitches only
Man, my n***as gone as fuck
In a Tonka fuckin' truck
Tryna hit his stomach up, my n***as fucked the summer up

[Chorus 3]
Get his ass!
Run him down, choppas, damn, make him do the choppa dance
N***a, fuck my government, we sticked up like the Taliban
Woke up on some other shit, I turned him to a runnin' man
He think that he killin' shit, I'm cooler than a ceiling fan
Run up, damn, choppas, damn, make him do the choppa dance
My brother on some other shit, we sticked up like the Taliban
Why you T'd up like you gunnin' shit?, I turned him to a runnin' man
He think that he kneein' shit, oh yeah, I'm up, lets spin that bitch again