Take itAnd 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 itStill 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 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 dick, I put him on fog, 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 itStopped the car, let me hop out, I done hit his big homieRight here, sweet, fallin' sage, just put a bitch on meParaplegic, bro, he paralyze and *I bounce out with a filth, hold on, put him on his dickHa ha haI just got the bitch to pull me on the leashShe said the nigga got 400K and meet up at my seatPut a bar stock on the Glock, but still I never ever switchWho the * told these young niggas that they outta runnin'?Killing the girl, feel the oppositeShe died cause she was on oppositeBought a hundred and ten, uh, no time quick to block himSRT hit the gas, turn his bitch and watch it dripI spread out right here, uh, 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 stillI be blind and all my diamonds hit like a chandelierReach for one of my chimes, I bet I make a niggas disappearBella M.O. at, she gon' give me more ***She like Casamigo, how about bullet?Bullets pierced his skin, aim all at his foreheadMurder in his ass, lil' D, listen to what he saidMurder in his ass, lil' D, listen to what he saidMurder in his ass, lil' D, listen to what he saidMurder in his ass, lil' D, listen to what he said