[Intro]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Chorus: GMO Stax]
Body for body, attempt for attempt, you probably scared to take a hit
B&Es, hittin' licks, they keep sayin' I'm a bad-ass kid
I had to get it how I live, that hustle shit wasn't makin' sense
Put this bitch up on the toughest n***a, watch him turn bitch
If he survive them chopper shots, bet he won't walk again
He survive them stomach shots, he on a shitbag
Everybody put they hands up, where your wrist at?
Everybody put they hands up, where your wrist at?

[Verse 1: GMO Stax]
Just like Ricky, in the alley where we caught his ass
And we get back gang just like Doе Boy
Fuck a back door, gang open the front door
I'm a jackass, they hatе how I'm pullin' stunts on 'em
Bullets fast as hell, they hawk you down, you can't run from 'em
Bulletproof vest, n***a, I ain't goin' for it
Pull down they block slow, 'cause they be runnin' from us
I be havin' to go slow 'cause she be runnin' from it
I got the ball in my hands, I can't fumble on 'em
I don't trust these n***as, one up top, always clutchin' on it
Stood ten in my whites, the winter and the summer
That ain't your bitch, if I want her, I'll get her from you
Don't get caught on the other side, 'cause it's still fuck 'em
Fucked a hundred other hoes and she still love me
All them L's that we took, bitch, we still goin'
Chasin' all that clout, your ass gon' get killed for it
[Chorus: GMO Stax]
Body for body, attempt for attempt, you probably scared to take a hit
B&Es, hittin' licks, they keep sayin' I'm a bad-ass kid
I had to get it how I live, that hustle shit wasn't makin' sense
Put this bitch up on the toughest n***a, watch him turn bitch
If he survive them chopper shots, bet he won't walk again
He survive them stomach shots, he on a shitbag
Everybody put they hands up, where your wrist at?
Everybody put they hands up, where your wrist at?

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Caught that pussy n***a lackin', where your blick at?
Rub up on him with that pipe, where your wrist— hmm
I be thuggin' in my hood right where the Crips at
Love to dress, twenty thousand gone just to mismatch
I just dropped a pint of clean in a dollar pop
They like how he drinkin' Act' and that shit out of stock?
Ran it up from makin' crumbs, finna buy the block
Hit Miami, I'm with SpotemGottem, we just spot an opp
Forty for that rubber band, yeah, I just blew the face
Up that Drakey, this bitch singin' like it's Coi Leray
I make music for the robbers, been done blew the bass
In your town, got a hundred shooters movin' through the state

[Chorus: GMO Stax]
Body for body, attempt for attempt, you probably scared to take a hit
B&Es, hittin' licks, they keep sayin' I'm a bad-ass kid
I had to get it how I live, that hustle shit wasn't makin' sense
Put this bitch up on the toughest n***a, watch him turn bitch
If he survive them chopper shots, bet he won't walk again
He survive them stomach shots, he on a shitbag
Everybody put they hands up, where your wrist at?
Everybody put they hands up, where your wrist at?
[Outro: GMO Stax]
Everybody, ayy
Yeah, ah, yeah