Run off like Tay-K and do the race this aint a track meet

Fuckin' on your bitch from the back, get to clappin

It's not actin

When I hit her from the back, she can't get up, I blew her back in

When I see the opps in public, I pull up and get the brackin

Uh, uh, we just caught it opp

Yeah, yeah, we call the shots

Yeah, like I'm fuckin' now

Run up in your bitch house, yeah, we breakin' shit now

You claim that was your bitch, but she suckin' on my dick now

Tryna get a trap house, yeah, we shoot your lights out

Smokin' on your pack, this shit heavy as a bitch now

Load up, load up, it's time to fuckin' spin

Glock 19, but I think this bitch a fuckin' gen

She said she with her friend, I'm like, who, come and bring your twin

Don't come over if you ain't doin' me and my man

I hit his really like kids , but Ill slide in a fuckin' van

Big ass chopper when it blow, it sound like a fan

Bitch ain't ask me if I'm lackin', there's 40 in my pants

And your homie a rat, he told on your man

I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck no more

Yeah, I'll fuckin' be a, a fuckin' CTO

Keep your fuckin' ass off

Fuckin' pathetic, go away, damn it

Ayy, ayy, yeah

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, bro, lots of can do it

Who is this in the track, man

Fuckin' on your bitch from the back, get to clappin

It's not actin

When I hit her from the back, she can't get up, I pull her back in

When I see the opps in public, I pull up and get the bracket

We just caught it off

Yeah, yeah, we ain't caught a shot

Yeah, like I'm fuckin' up