[Verse 1]
I hit the club with all my ice on
I turn the lights on
My tool on me
Who this n***a staring at my jewelry?
Gang with me
Bang with me
We start shooting in the club
If you scared to tote a gun, you can't hang with me
Run up in yo' bitch house
Where them kilos?
Got some bald headed Mexicans
Shout out my Migos
I knock on a n***a door, shoot him through the peep hole
I just knocked a n***a out, what he was mugging me for?
Nun' but killers in my squad, don't make call up Tito
Young n***a, but is extorting n***as like I'm Debo
They ain't let me in with this pole, they should've searched me at the door
This n***a blood on my shoe, we stomped a n***a in the floor
Say ya love me, baby, whats the meanin' of that shit?
I don't drink codeine, I ain't with that leaning and shit
Got a new tool, put a red beam on that bitch
Never wife a bitch, I never bought a ring for a bitch
You gone make me pull up on yo' motherfuckin' block
Get to clappin'
I shoot yo' ass, 187 fuck this rap shit
TEC-9's, AR-15's, and a MAC-10
I'm out West, where we gangbang and kidnap shit
It's shooters in yo' house, bitch, since you wanna sneak diss
On the internet
Twitter beef
N***a, tweet this
9, I run up on yo' ass from behind
Are ya lackin'? bullets hit yo' ass in yo' spine
Boy Ya Actin', ya get caught in that jam, and drop a dime
Bitch was givin' my mans top, while I was hittin' her from behind
This that street shit, call foenem, we on that heat shit
Hot shit
Pull up on yo' block, then drop shit
We pop shit
I'm Robbin, jeans saggin, I ain't with all of that Rocks shit
My tooley come
Call my gun connect, he bring me stupid Glocks
Stupid watch
Filled with stupid diamonds
I dont even know what time it is
I barely know where my mind is
No time to waste, these bullets gone hit yo' face
Gone make me catch a case
Young n***a with felonies
Couldn't stay with my OG, she was on Section 8
No discriminate, we pull up on yo' block
And then kill any race
Mini man, I'm yelling "Many Men"
4nem jump out that minivan
[Hook]
I fell off in the club with some thugs
And the semi tucked
Heard you want a war with a thug, you ain't hood enough
I fuck a n***a up, paramedics gotta pick him up
She say she wanna fuck with a thug, 'cause my money up
I fell off in the club with some thugs
And the semi tucked
Heard you want a war with a thug, you ain't hood enough
I fuck a n***a up, paramedics gotta pick him up
She say she wanna fuck with a thug, 'cause my money up

[Verse 2]
You don't wanna get caught in the street
Chest full of lead, and a head full of heat
What's with all this Twitter beef? We can meet
Give a fuck, I'mma see ya on the streets
You better run, boy, we do this shit for fun
You'd be smart if you go and buy a gun
I got a fucked up attitude, very rude
Say it's beef, now I'm shooting up a school
I lay that murder game down, I'm a fool
I'm a rapper but don't get this shit confused
That boy don't wanna use his head, he gone lose
Then I shoot him and that bitch with this UZI
Red beams everywhere
Bullets flyin' everywhere
Better run, n***a, move it
I kick a n***a door in, shooters on the low end
Call 'em up and they shootin'
This stupid bitch tryna fool me
We got enough clips in this bitch to shoot a movie
Cops in my rear view, flashing through the traffic
Kill yo' mans, he tried to testify, catch his ass in traffic
N***a, get yo' rolls up
N***a, get yo' poles up
Young wild n***as
They gone bring the poles up
You ain't gang, n***a
You dont bang, n***a
You dont slang
We gone hit yo' block
We gone find out where you hang, dangling
[Hook: Lud Foe]
I fell off in the club with some thugs
And the semi tucked
Heard you want a war with a thug, you ain't hood enough
I fuck a n***a up, paramedics gotta pick him up
She say she wanna fuck with a thug, 'cause my money up
I fell off in the club with some thugs
And the semi tucked
Heard you want a war with a thug, you ain't hood enough
I fuck a n***a up, paramedics gotta pick him up
She say she wanna fuck with a thug, 'cause my money up