Hey Keith, * these niggas up!And if the beat live, you know Lil' JukeWe gon' ride to this, where you niggas goin'?You can't hide from this, they call it quitsPillow talk to the bitch, but we gon' call it hitDirty stick, 33 can't miss it, we gon' knock your *Still remember them days when I was broke without a pot to pissJust me and my clock right here, holdin' on your ass for the art right hereAnd the nigga I feel, he die, his brother die, they outta hereCan't chill my car, I don't know why I don't wanna be offHis fat ass dick, I put him *, ain't nothin' but another body on the GlockGo ahead and drive your pocket rocket, bitch, I got the heat on meI just called my op, that new body got a sleep on itI creeped on it, walked down gang, we killed the big homieFive shots left in the Glock, but it got a stick on itStart the car, let me hop out, I done hit his dick, homieNigga right here asleep, fallin' safe, just put a bitch on meParaplegic, bro, he paralyzed his *I bounce out with a filth, hold on, put him on his dickHa ha haI just got the bitch to put me on the leashShe said the nigga got 400K and meet up at my seatPut a bump stock on the Glock, but still I never ever switchWho the * told these young niggas that they outta runnin' *?Killin' niggas to feel the opposite, she died cause she was on oppa *Bought a hundred and dirt, no tie, quit the block, bitchSRT hit the gas, turn this bitch and watch it dripI spread out right here, I spread out right hereIt's not a op out here, that a nigga feelSmokin' dead guys while I'm drivin', I can't even stealI be blindin' all my diamonds, hit like a chandelierReach for one of my chimes, I bet I make a nigga disappearBella and Moe, eh, she gon' give me more ***She like Casamigo, dick, hobo, boledBullets pierced his skin, aim all at his foreheadMurder in his ad-lib, just listen to what he saidMurder in his ad-lib, just listen to what he saidMurder in his ad-lib, just listen to what he saidMurder in his ad-lib, just listen to what he said