Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh
Chop a nigga up, put him in a body bag
Yeah, somebody call an ambulance
They can't f*ckin' save that nigga, he six feet in the ground
You was talkin' all that shit, net, ayy
I mean, you talkin' all that shit on the net, bitch, you better pull up now
Yeah, we got sutures on that shit, y'all niggas ain't on shit
Y'all niggas better spit my f*ckin' block, yeah
SRT, all black, can't see shit in her
Got a V12 engine in that shit, that shit worn
Bitch, I'll bid for that bag, said she like that
Bitch, lift my thang, then you kiss her back
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah
I'm the man, I'm the man, I got bands, I got bands
Plug to the block, ayy
I mean, plug to our block, what you need
We got everything, yeah
We got MAC-10 Glocks, we in sutures, AKs with a hundred rounds
Dracos, SMGs, we don't care, oh, f*ck what you need
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we slidin' on your block
Talkin' all that shit on the net, bitch, y'all niggas ain't even f*ckin' pull up
Yeah, that's a bit of my debt, yeah, that bit was goin' up
Yeah, me and twin off the f*ckin' park, yeah, we get up
Yeah, we get up
Yeah, we get up, we get together, yeah
I got the bands, yeah
We gon' put that shit after we, uh, f*ck, f*ck
They ain't gon' do shit, they can't f*ckin' stop us
Yeah, f*ck the cop and stop us, yeah, uh
Load my AK up and go to your block and spin that shit
Spin that shit again two times