[Intro]
Tay Keith produced it

[Verse]
Goons coming n***as hatin on me but them goons coming
Trap jumping got my eyes running I done sold another
Police chasin for me for first degree now that’s a cold runnin
N***as scared lookin at a n***a liked they owed something
Matter a fact who are you ayy let me hold something
Who is this, this n***a a bitch I might expose something
I don’t fuck with you or your bitch because she stole something
The way you bitch playin with my balls you think she drove something
Drove something so damn clean I know you seen a G
On the block shout out to them Gwalas on the B.A.B
Choppas fired at a n***a neck like a Jesus Piece
The streets been waiting on me like Im the upcoming Jesus week
Jesus week so Merry Christmas
I be with Tay Keith he the fuckin hitta
Call my bullets scissors by the way they split ya
Rainbow ass n***a I smash ya skittle
These n***as fake and I don’t trust them
Bitches great but I don’t love them
Burn they face and them I shove them
Always put money above them
N***as slow but y’all loved her
She a hoe but you gone cuff her
Imma fighter not a lover
So if you run on me then you in trouble
Call up lil double he gone bring these packs in
Most of these n***as be actin
They ain't bout this action
Momma told me boy you better do your fucking best
You better have an A or B on your fuckin test, so I did that
Money on my mind gotta get that
N***as whack that’s why I aim choppers at they filly hat
Fill you up with shells turn your ass to a taco shell
N***a ran up on me, step back I shoot like Jarrett Jack
Big stacks your bitch eating me like a kit-kat
Pockets fact spread number 20s where my dollars at
N***as gotta problem mask up ayy where them choppas at
Bangers in this place make a pussy n***a have a heart attack