[Intro]
(Whataboy)
(Yes, sir)
Look, ha, ha
Look
Look, look

[Verse]
I don't give a fuck about no Sprinter (Sprinter), youngin shootin' out the window (Grrah)
Ordered lamb chops in the club (Ha, ha), but he tryna eat an opp for dinner (N***a)
You put a hole in this bitch, I'm tryna find you, send a picture (Send a—)
Send an Insta, I'm up all night scopin' on my finsta, n***a (Look)
I coulda killed you, let you slide, know you remember, n***a (I know you remember)
I'm with Frozone, I'm surprised that he ain't kill a n***a (Shit)
We crashed that bitch, fuck it, leave it, they gon' bill a n***a (Blatt)
Snaked out ass hoes tryna act like they just wasn't with a n***a
Fuck a club security, them n***as hidin', don't wanna get burnt (Yeah, ho)
Fans lookin' at me likе I'm crazy, like they surprised a n***a turnt
You don't know how to work your tool, I advisе a n***a learn (Learn)
N***as said I couldn't cback, I'm like, "Why not?"
From what I heard, what I made (I made)
Shootin' on the run, he hot, my younging blazin' (Blazin')
I won't say no name, he light skinned, but he'll chop you like a Haitian (Choppin')
You would think we thirty deep 'cause we got choppers like the navy (Bah, bah)
Sitting outside a n***a house, bitch, I'll watch you like your neighbor
Fuck a bulletproof (Man, fuck that shit)
Bullets don't hurt a n***a that bad (For real)
Outside this bitch I'm playin' peekaboo, tryna whoop a n***a like his dad (His dad)
Shout out them hoes who helped me out, I'm finna send all y'all a pack
I'm tryna mac somethin' with this ratchet, I don't know nothin' 'bout fashion, n***a (No fashion, n***a)
This real rap, bitch, I don't know nothin' 'bout actin' (Nothin' 'bout actin', n***a)
And they ain't checkin' in with shit, you know, that's really how shit happen to you (Pussy-ass n***a)
Haha (For real)
And they don't really know how to smack a n***a
Make sure all my people straight, then walk back in the club laughin', n***a (Hahaha)
[Outro]
I ain't gon' lie, first off, man, I love Raylen, man, or Raylin
Raylen, Raylin, however I say it, man, I love y'all
Man, I love y'all, like y'all love me, you know what's goin' on
Yeah, and we thuggin', man, you know I thug what I thug how I'm thuggin', man, you know (Ayy, man, but enough about that, this a gun right here)
Gang shit, you know, yeah (I'ma teach you n***as how to shoot somethin')
I'm a real smacker, ra-ra, Overkill Peezy
And this why you ain't droppin', it's just not the same ol' same old
Even though I ain't finna change though
My big trip, I'ma change hoes, you know how I'm comin'
Yeah, raw