Gang gang sending them shots to the faces

Slide in a second like stealing the bases

Metal to mouth like he still wearing bracesUpping the spade CDK hittin′ aces

We wet em up yea we split em like moses

Pop at his homies whoever's the closest

Finna get lit when i′m catching informants

Shoot for the face bitch i really been focused

I'm not these rappers i dare you to try me

We hit a lick if we see something shiny

Oppers ain't come out the crib we be camping

They think we lying this more than just rapping

I′mhoppa so big that I call that bitch tiny

And I don′t be hiding it's not hard to find me

Tryna see all they bodies collapsing

Slide with the gang and we making it happen

He ain′t on shit he just holding the pistols

Go tell yo girl better pray to them crystals

Pushing my buttons you catching a missile

Adding the K to us not beneficial

Look at the list and I want a new pack

Taking yo life and you can't get it back

I feel like a student i walk with the straps

They love to talk but it never be facts

Latina shorty I′m calling her J Lo

Rappers be cheesy ain't getting no queso

Stomp on his face til there′s blood on my fazos

Lil homies sliding whenever i say so

I give a fuck if you cop you a draco

You ain't gone use it so what did you pay fo

I'm finna leave that boy hanging like payphones

Pistol go up so yo ass better lay low

Pistol go up so yo ass better duck

Said you the goose now yo ass outta luck

Chasing you down never chasing my cup

If you beefing wit gang best be keeping it tucked

Seeing a chain then it′s probably stolen

Pulled out the pistol and look how he frozen

Bullets hit tummy and exit his colon

Wrapping the body get lost in the ocean

Crossing the gang and we planning to bust back

Keeping it low plan the hits over what′s app

Guns offa Doom they be looking like what's that

They tell me chill I be telling em fuck that

I put a cross on yo neck like a rosary

CDK winning the way it′s supposed to be

I don't condone any lames coming close to me

They ain′t gone slide ain't no way that they smoking me

There ain′t no pressure can't keep with my tempo

223 bullets gone pierce through his temple

Other words we finna fuck up his mentle

Cover yo body insurance got dental

Ain't no one better than me the studio

Give me a spliff and a bottle of julio

I want some head and a couple of groupie hoes

Spin on his block and then shoot us a movie tho

Pellets go flying it′s hitting his chest

They playing checkers while we playing chess

If you think that you slick then we come for you next

You lay in the dirt and that′s word to my set

My pistol be hoeing that's word to my ex

Don′t give a fuck I don't care bout the sex

Seeing they message I′m never gone text

If they doing they worst then I'm doing my best

Tell em don′t try me I'm not for the gimmick

Been going harder I'm pushing my limits

I′m feeling like Popeye when off of the spinach

It′s all for the game I ain't running no scrimmage