[Intro: THF LIL LAW]
Grr (Shut the fuck up, man)
Huh, huh, huh, I don't wanna hear that shit, man (All them n***as do is fuckin’ talk, man)
Tss-tss-tss-tss-tss, what up? (Bitch ass)
Shoutout the Handlers only, n***a (GoldChains, n***a, man, you n***as hoes)
Uh, yeah

[Chorus: THF LIL LAW]
They all talk, it's been months since they homie died, ain't nothin’ get caught (They got him)
My homie died, the same night and next day, all our guns went off (Brr)
N***as got, shh, I can't give that up, gotta watch my mouth (Shh)
N***as dyin' for clout, we gon' have his fuckin' funeral crowded (We gon' fill that bitch up quick)
I'm on my opps' block right now, lookin’ for somethin’, browsin' (I don’t see nobody)
Make you board your houses, 7.62 knock the windows out it
My opps can't fuck with me, I'll give 'em a hundred, they show we a hundred thousand
I was flat broke, I took a n***a, I always talk about it

[Verse 1: THF LIL LAW]
I can’t go broke, I got a spot do thousands, all power (What you want?)
I got a spot sell rocks and blows (I got it in), the pеople beatin' down the door wild
I got a whitе bitch rockstar, I call her Miley Cyrus
She paid me 3K for a 'bow of ice, I get it for a thousand
My opps broke as fuck (Hahaha), I talk about 'em proud
They shop at H&M, my socks cost his fit, my Ricks a thousand
Amiris thirteen-fifty, my Glock was eleven hundred, I got that with me
It got a brr on the back of that bitch and I paid a Benji (Brr)
"Ayy, Law, fuck that outfit, I want you to pop it, n***a" (Pop it)
I got precision, if I up this bitch and pop it, n***as hit up (Boy, I really swing, n***a)
"Nah, pop it, tell 'em how y'all got the city and get busy" (Opps done or what?)
Yeah, them THF n***as stand on business, all glizzies, layin' law (Oh, you know we got this bitch, 4469, what up?)
You know y'all gon' go through that bitch all wop
Jumped out, stood over his ass, he was cryin' like, "Y'all, stop" (Brr)
And if it's that, we gon' come through with that Rick on y'all block
Chicken-ass n***as, pot pies, I'ma get 'em all boxed
[Chorus: THF LIL LAW]
They all talk, it's been months since they homie died, ain't nothin' get caught (Hahahaha)
My homie died, the same night and next day, all our guns went off (Brr)
N***as got, shh, I can't give that up, gotta watch my mouth (Ayy, you we shut n***as up, man)
N***as dyin' for clout, we gon' have his fuckin' funeral crowded (Ayy, we gon' fill that bitch up quick)
I'm on my opps' block right now, lookin' for somethin', browsin' (I don't see nobody)
Make you board your houses, 7.62 knock the windows out it (Ayy, we put n***as up for real, man)
My opps can't fuck with me, I'll give 'em a hundred, they show we a hundred thousand (Ayy, show me some shit, I'll give to you)
I was flat broke, I took a n***a, I always talk about it

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Ask about No Limit, they know we'll pull up, drench the world (Grr)
I retired my jersey at eighteen 'cause I did it early
Four-nick' hit a skinny n***a, broke his bones and made him twirl (Woo)
Glock 10 hit a big n***a, fold him up and make him curly (Boom, boom, boom)
All the killers know me 'round the city 'cause I'm thorough (Swerv)
I got hitters from Lake Shore up to Stony, fuck Merrill (Pussy)
N***as made a rap diss, we caught— boxed his world (No bap)
His big bro wanna smoke with me because I fucked his girl (Damn)
Long live my sis, Baby D and long live Big Rodie (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck 'bout shit, I keep a stick on me
On the 9, I got rank, I'm like a big homie
Told Big Opp, "I'll let this bitch off right now by my lonely"
N***as hate me, see me to my face and call me brodie (What up?)
I'll never respect a n***a who backdoor his homies
If G Herbo feel some disrespect, you know he gon' tweak
If you wanna play ball, come on the checks, gon' be a long week