[Intro]
Fuck this game bro
Fuck you bitch (N***a)
What?
Ayy bro I ain't finna let this shit slide (Yoshi Beats)
Where the fuck you at n***a
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
I was talkin' to this n***a on my Xbox
He was talkin' all that shit until I pulled up to his spot
I was in my T (Ayy) with some crocs and my polo socks
Told that n***a where you at? (Where you at?)
And it's on sight
I will find you in the morning, twenty-four all night
Find that n***a in his house playing Fortnite
Then I drag his ass out the fuckin' clear (clear)
He was lightweight
"Can I grab my fucking chips and my soda sir and my chicken strips?"
And I said the only thing you'll eat is this forty clip
You ain't peace then this twenty piece then it's rest in peace
Fuck you n***a and your mom and the police
See me wit' team posted wit' a beam in my Gucci jeans
I won't stop bitch I need this guap, leadin' off this wock
Leave my sucking on my guap
Then I smoke this purp
Why my chest hurt?
Why my heart pumpin' out my shirt
See wit' my lil' and my uzi vert
Pick a n***a up then I drop him down
Pussy make no sound
Smokin' by the pound
That's yo man
Get yo man before I slap him with my hand (Get yo man, bitch)
I'm a grown-ass man
Get my money bloody scars
Kick a n***a's ass like I'm Jackie Chan
Teach you Taliban
Runnin' wit' my troops through the sand
We is everywhere
In America
In Afghan
In Iran
In Japan
Runnin' with the tissue clan
Make a n***a jump
If you got a problem n***a bump
Bitch I'm posted wit' a pump
Bitch I'm thumbin' through the check
Got yo bitch givin' neck
Then I pass her to my set
Bitch's money runnin' sweat
I'm a soldier but a vet
Flyin' in my fuckin' jet
Fuck that bitch named Antoinette
We some Rolling Stone's stars
Bitch we goin' far
See me dashin' in my car
Baby don't want me
This is money bloody scars (Ayy)
(Baby don't want me)
(This is money bloody scars)