[Intro: $NOT]
BNYX
Ha-ha, aimin' that shit right at you
Yeah, yeah
Man, this shit crazy

[Chorus: $NOT]
I’ma smoke that shit like I'm a soldier (Pfft)
And this Glock stride like I'm a cobra (Go)
My new bitch, she lookin’ like Oprah
I might fuck that bitch right on the sofa (Sofa, yeah)
I might pull up and dip with the Drac'
She suck on my dick, she can't wait
Yeah, busted right in from the Jakes
Leave a body bloody by the bay (Go)
That's my boy but he got a revolver (Yeah)
It's a heavy but it came with the choppers (Yeah)
[?] call the doctor (Nah)
Nah, fuck him, he dead like his partner (Pfft)
And my jit came from bread of a bottle (Fuck)
I might shoot out the roof in a Tahoe
Fuck a groupie, I need me a model
Go back then we out to Chicago (Yeah)

[Verse 1: $NOT]
(Pew-pew-pew) Fuck n***a, I ran out of ammo
That's my plug, call him Fernando (Go)
I got camo like I'm a commando
Left, front, uppercut like I'm Kimbo
Left, front, like a fuckin’ lieutenant
Left, front, like I don’t know who did it
Left, front, with your shorty, she with it
I don't give a fuck ’bout no bitch, I''ma go straight for the kill (Kill)
It's a dirty 30 no Perc’, lil' n***a, get popped like a pill (Pill)
Number (N)ine on me, got the .9 on me, I ain't got no chill (Chill)
Come inside my whip, all white with the Forgiatto wheels (Wheels)
[Chorus: $NOT]
I'ma smoke that shit like I'm a soldier (Pfft)
And this Glock stride like I'm a cobra (Go)
My new bitch, she lookin' like Oprah
I might fuck that bitch right on the sofa (Sofa, yeah)
I might pull up and dip with the Drac'
She suck on my dick, she can't wait
Yeah, busted right in from the Jakes
Leave a body bloody by the bay (Go)
That's my boy but he got a revolver (Yeah)
It's a heavy but it came with the choppers (Yeah)
[?] call the doctor (Nah)
Nah, fuck him, he dead like his partner (Pfft)
And my jit came from bread of a bottle (Fuck)
I might shoot out the roof in a Tahoe
Fuck a groupie, I need me a model
Go back then we out to Chicago (Yeah)

[Verse 2: UnoTheActivist]
Clapping n***as, yeah, we giving 'em brawls
That T-shirt look staged like I'm Johnny Bravo
I'm locked in the cage, now I'm going psycho
I come back with bitches, n***as think I'm trippin'
I rub with my pitcher, genie in a bottle
That Glock got a switch, ripping off like half of your face, I told him it was vitiligo (Pfft)
I got 30 bitches in the lobby (Phew), and they all say that they gon' swallow (Phew)
And they want me get up out my body (Let's go), so I gotta fill ‘em with some hollows
And my new bitch look just like an actress (Go), they mistakin' her just for a model (Go)
I'ma fuck and might not call tomorrow, and might beat a motherfuckin' model (Dig)
[Chorus: $NOT]
I'ma smoke that shit like I'm a soldier (Pfft)
And this Glock stride like I'm a cobra (Go)
My new bitch, she lookin' like Oprah
I might fuck that bitch right on the sofa (Sofa, yeah)
I might pull up and dip with the Drac'
She suck on my dick, she can't wait
Yeah, busted right in from the Jakes
Leave a body bloody by the bay (Go)
That's my boy but he got a revolver (Yeah)
It's a heavy but it came with the choppers (Yeah)
[?] call the doctor (Nah)
Nah, fuck him, he dead like his partner (Pfft)
And my jit came from bread of a bottle (Fuck)
I might shoot out the roof in a Tahoe
Fuck a groupie, I need me a model
Go back then we out to Chicago (Yeah)