(DJ on the beat, so it′s a banger) Von

Pull up and get himThat bullet ripped through his tissue and tore out his gristle (damn)

It was the nickel (what?), and it's a Glock

And that bitch sound like a missile (boom, boom)

He know I′m official

Doin' all that woofin' and shit, boy, you know I′ma get you

And when nobody with him

I wore a nine, the shoes and can′t nobody fit 'em (can′t nobody fit 'em)

I popped a Perky, a 30

I′m higher than a bitch, boy, ain't nobody perfect (boy, ain′t nobody perfect)

If I take a L, I'm back on that corner (huh? what?)

I'm hustlin′, ain′t nobody servin' (ain′t nobody servin')

Get booked ′cause somebody workin'

He told, I know that for certain

Get caught, I′m closin' his curtains

We scored another conversion (boom, boom)

Designer, Givenchy

All of this ice on my wrist and it feel like it's Christmas

Speakin′ of Christmas, come get your ho

I be climbin′ all up in her chimney

We seein' the ho if she friendly

Ain′t see him, he goin', he missin′

Won't see me in the back of a Bentley

Hop out and I′m blowin', it's rented (boom, boom)

Walk up, ain′t doin′ no drive-bys (nah)

Your MVP, that bitch my sideline (nah, nah)

Just a wild lil' nigga from the Southside (Southside)

Nigga killed your homie, you don′t even come outside (what? What?)

Fucked your bitch on purpose

Them bows came in, we workin'

My song come on, she twerkin′

All the opps be broke, they hurtin'

My niggas, they too official (uh-huh)

Send a text, they get right with you

Y′all was somewhere playin' Monkey in the Middle

We was tryna put on for some guns when I was little (boom, boom)

If we still allowed, we gon' meet ′em and then split ′em

On the jail call, gotta talk in the riddle

Ho said she love me, she gon' tat my initials

Nigga move foul, get to blowin′ like a whistle (boom, boom)

Fuck that, let's talk about Louis, Amiri, and Gucci and Prada and shit (boom, boom)

When I go to the store, they closin′ the door and bringin' me bottles and shit (yeah, yeah)

Fuck that, let′s talk about that lil' 150 I spent with my lawyer wasn't shit (gang)

My gun don′t punch, it kick (boom)

Get with this shit or get hit in your shit (boom, boom, boom, boom)

Pull up and get him

That bullet ripped through his tissue and tore out his gristle (boom)

It was the nickel (what?), and it′s a Glock

And that bitch sound like a missile (boom, boom)

He know I'm official

Doin′ all that woofin' and shit, boy, you know I′ma get you

And when nobody with him

I wore a nine, the shoes and can't nobody fit ′em (can't nobody fit 'em)

Walk up, ain′t doin′ no drive-bys (nah)

Your MVP, that bitch my sideline

Just a wild lil' nigga from the Southside

Nigga killed your homie, you don′t even come outside

Fucked your bitch on purpose

Them bows came in, we workin'

My song come on, she twerkin′

All the opps be broke, they hurtin' (they broke ass)