I need an arm and leg, arm and leg, yeah, yeah, arm and leg
Huh, big hundred-round drum, i'm aiming that shit at your face
That nigga try to run up on f*ck shit, oh my God, that young nigga, he get faced
If a nigga got a problem with it, S-D-U, we bring him on that chase
That tryna put some charges on me, man, I said go f*ck that case
Yeah , man, f*ck cartel that boy, ain't getting no bag
I scammed your grandma last week, she went broke, I went and took her racks
A nigga try to play with S-D-U, we roll him in that pack
Uh-huh, i hawk shit down just like a DB, he got faced, now his lil' potna sad
I ain't dropped in a minute, but this that old wick, might just go back to back
Huh, that nigga wanna have a lil' shootout, we post up with gun, but we could go rack for rack
That ho keep lookin' this way, she take my phone, oh my God, that ho get cracked
She want a nigga to come over in her throat, I swear to God, I smack
You steady mad about that lil' bitch, but that lil' ho pussy trash
I got a Gen 5, f*ck nigga, play got, that switch attached
I smoke exotic of weed, and that lil' ho tryna match
That young nigga, he went broke, oh my God, lil' bruh, he sad
He want his fade, don't do no one-on-one, we don't get into that
That boy, he say he was a killer, he ain't got no stats
That ho, she said I'm fine shit, just wait till I get that tat
Got fine shit on my phone, that bitch a freak
When I'm down to hop up out that black truck, know the fine shit just gone peep
And i don't stay in the house, I look for opps, I stay out late night tryna creep