| Come with that motherfuckin' bag, we gon' get you together |
| I’ma tell you |
| On my mama and yours |
| Ayy Dolo, we shootin' outside |
| First grade, was to myself, I never liked to play |
| Woke up, grabbed the stick like, «Who gon' die today?» |
| When it come to murder, I don’t hesitate |
| I was in that bottom just the other day |
| You niggas rap 'bout kids, I’m, bring out that yellow tape |
| Put his feet up in the air, that’s what Osama say |
| Dissin' on the 'net, I’m tryna see how many your take |
| Every time they come around, we treat it like a holiday |
| Aimin' for his head, took off a ear, he ain’t listen anyway |
| I might pop out in your section with my weapon, ain’t no checkin' in |
| All the killers give me my respect, they know I get it in |
| Ain’t nothin' on this bitch, I need her mouth, I tell her, «Get it right» |
| (Get it right) |
| Clutchin' on my stick all up in class, you can ask FunnyMike |
| Ain’t gotta rep on bodies, bitch, I got 'em, if you know you know |
| Pull up, servin' niggas door to door, we just like Domino’s |
| And I know what to do when pussy niggas wanna do the most |
| Heat 'em, just like strippers, drop a bag, they shakin' by they toes |
| Like to spend a ten, if I wanna her bad, I’ll prolly spend a dub |
| Trollin' on the 'Gram to get some fame, that nigga die for a buzz |
| Last time we heard him speak, he said he’d come and wipe my nose |
| They ain’t even cry about that nigga since his funeral (Turn me up) |
| It go grrah, what that switch do |
| Pick your partner up, he a tissue |
| It go grrah, what that switch do |
| Pick your dawg up, he a tissue |
| Grrah, what that switch do |
| Pick your dad up, he a tissue (Pick your mans up) |
| Grrah, what that switch do |
| Pick your cousin up, he a tissue (Pick your mans up) |
| It go grrah, what that switch do |
| Pick your partner up, he a tissue |
| It go grrah, what that switch do |
| Pick your dawg up, he a tissue |
| What you mean, Gucci slippers in here? |
| Only nigga in the penitentiary with the red Gucci slides, man, that ain’t Blood |
| shit, man |
| Wait hold up, man, that’s Gucci’s, man |
| Come, come with that motherfuckin' bag, we gon' get you together |
| I’ma tell you |
| On my mama and yours |
| From now on, I got hella investments |
| Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go |
| War time |