Yeah, yeah, yeah, what? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what? Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch
Said I'ma be wild, ain't got no love, run no eyes
Run to me and I'll get you popped, real guns, nigga, ain't no prize
I'ma be wild, handshotted, put them in a box
Throw them bullets, nigga, not no rocks
Hell yeah, I'ma get you flopped
Sweet niggas, bunch of bitches
Nah, you niggas really wicked
Sayin' that you miss classy, but chillin' with son who did it
Not for real, y'all really different, I stay far about the mix
Cause grown ass men love to talk in politics like a bitch
Broke on pop out, no talkin', * a V, no walkin'
We gon' put your ass in that black box, guess we'll put you in that coffin
It's been hot as hell, we scorchin', only chasin' green like it's Boston
And I get to that * often, hearts don't cold like I'm Steve Austin
You got that, it's on, then let's get it crackin'
I ain't serious, I am not laughin', workin' cut if you know that I'm blackin'
If I ain't nervous, then you know that I'm blastin'
Love him bloody, we stomped on his face
Talkin' trash, then we turned him to waste
So swimmin', he playin' the place
Get up the boom, everybody erase
suck my * if you don't like me
Bitches love me cause I'm vibin'
Young black trans, sadder cause I'm grainy
Headshot anybody that won't try me
Lil' bitch, you know them slimy
But I'm doin' whatever
If you playin' with us, put your ass in a blender
Niggas really re-trippin', that lil' bro will jump on Starblinkin'
Talkin' and I keep clickin' that button
Keep clickin' till that nigga glitchin'
If it's up, it's too late to say sorry
We're too far as niggas to talk
This is King Garvey
Lil' bro got the vision to shoot
He be boomin' * and I'm callin' these *
Some days I be livin' and dyin'
Some days I be dyin' to live
Boy said he live by the gun
So I heard he gon' die by the switch
Then my own motion out of the mud
Runnin' ask me if you ain't show love
I don't give a * if it was blood
If you did not hate me, then you was a dog
Frontin' niggas, so stop it
Lil' nigga, you ain't got it
Up a percentage from the line with the heat
Shoot better than trash it
Rollin' bridges, I burnt them
Rollin' stripes, I earned them
I don't got up for a point
Nigga, get in my way
And we gon' go
We gon' murk him
Set shots, do his figgy
Family like, who is he?
He was actin' like he a bad boy
Now he ready to die like he biggie
Tryna figure out who shot you
Go Mad Max with some shots
Roll this * around and get you right
Have you shakin' like Maracas
Roll this * around and get you right
Roll this * around and get you right
Have you shakin' like Maracas