[Chorus]
Quit talking 'bout you and that shooting shit
Me and my n***as pull up, ruin shit
I'm addicted, dirty Fanta, screwing shit
I be geeked up, ready to shoot a n***a
Stop talking 'bout it, show them what you doing, n***a
That shit that you thinking, I'm doing, n***a
I'm strapped up with a brew of n***as
Shoot a n***a, we like, "Who that n***a?"
Don't come around if you ain't on fuck shit
It's just some raw, I can't function
Catch me clutching, n***a, I be nauseous
Murder scene, leaving cautious
Surround myself with nothing but bosses
30 round Draco, hawk them
He didn't believe it till we chopped him
I don't even hear what you talking

[Verse 1]
He didn't believe it, she didn't believe it
Had to show them, you could see it
I'm conceited, my bitch could see it
Ain't no green when she see it
30 rounds, call that hawking
Circle full of nothing but bosses
Smoke a L, but no losses
DrugRixh, how much do it cost you?
You know that I pull up in Austin
Big boogers, know they flawless
Leave the scene, know it's caution
I pour that mud, know it's potion
When you come from the bottom, can't give it up
The Rollie outdated but froze up
Every n***a around me ready to shoot it up
You a little n***a, you ain't dumb enough