[Verse 1]
I took a couple of bars got i’m launching
How yo mans a trapper all of a sudden?
McChicken turn yo man to McMuffin
All black, i’m in the mob with the Russians
I love an AR but the (?) got adjustments
Two Glocks, named Biever and Justin
I’m changing the whip like Los Santos Customs
He wasn’t dead so we clicked at his cousin
I was the one with Skoop and the dogs
Slide shooting like LiAngelo Ball
I’m in a Maybach, Rick Ross
Blue tips flying ‘round like a moth
Where cuz go? We don’t have a clue
Have you seen an AR with .762’s
Got shot in the face, now he breathe through a tube
Like an eagle, n***as know ima swoop
Heard he chicken, turn him into noodle soup
I had a .380 in the coupe
I ain’t lyin’ ima tell you the truth
I got that lean, they thought I had the flu
Walk down with the Pew, woo
Heard he ain’t dead, them we gon loot
Drum on the gun like a Hoola hoop
These n***a’s tall like the bullet proof
I got a Glock in my boot
I bought a chopper in the booth
Creep like a bird in the roof
Green bars like Bruce
N***as act Tom Cruise
Drake slide with a .762
Gas on me but don’t think that I move
Mask down, he thought this a cartoon
N***as acting, they should be in cartoons
She call my phone saying “i’m not in the mood”
You can walk down, get popped like balloon