(Out in the street, they call it murder)

Big DOA, nigga

Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, likeGrrt, grrah, grrah-grrah

Grrah, grrah-grrah

Hey, grrah-grrah

(Grrt, baow-baow)

Fuck the diss, I′ma act the fuck up

Everything dead, I ain't dappin′ 'em up (everybody shot)

Feel a way, you get clapped the fuck up

Don't do Cîroc, only Ac′ in my cup (grrt, baow-baow)

Try to duck, got a beam on the scope, that′s tough, like

He ain't goin′ nowhere, I'm shootin′ wherever he run (where you goin'?) (grrt-grrt-baow)

I′m a GBG, baby, so, bitch, I'ma click 'til it′s done (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)

And I love with the beam, if he run, I′ma turn him to Runtz (dummies)

Outside, no security, bitch, it's just me and my gun (it′s just me and my gun) (baow, baow!)

I'm the king of New York, and I′m still outside makin' ′em run (don't run) (bitch, I do what I want)

Just copped out on a Carti' (Carti′)

Oh, she jackin′ my baba in a heartbeat

I like my bitch gangster, I don't like ′em Barbie

It get active like Ricky and Morty (like) (grrt-baow)

Tap your head (Rah-Rah)

Nigga Rah got clapped now he in the Marley (baow-baow!)

Nigga dead

And I'm tough by myself, no, I don′t need an army (grrah)

(Out in the street, they call it murder)

Big DOA, nigga

See the line, so I'm packin′ the bitch

Feel under pressure, I'm blastin' the shit

V210 how I′m whackin′ the whip

He tried to up, but I'm faster with it

It get nasty, now he coughin′ out blood

Told you that I get active with it (grrt, baow-baow)

Fuck the diss, I'ma act the fuck up

Everythin′ dead, I ain't dappin′ 'em up (everybody shot)

Feel a way, you get clapped the fuck up

Don't do Cîroc, only Ac′ in my cup (grrt, baow-baow)

Try to duck, got a beam on the scope, that′s tough, like

He ain't goin′ nowhere, I'm shootin′ wherever he run (where you goin'?) (grrt, baow)

I′m a GBG, baby, so, bitch, I'ma click 'til it′s done (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)

And I love with the beam, if he run, I′ma turn him to Runtz (dummies)

Outside, no security, bitch, it's just me and my gun (it′s just me and my gun) (baow, baow!)

I'm the king of New York, and I′m still outside makin' ′em run (don't run) (bitch, I do what I want)