Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe

I′ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on

I said, I'ma let thatAight come on, aight

(Von, Von)

Got a drop on this flexing nigga, he from Tennessee

I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be

I said for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat

She like Von you already know, just put your girl on fleek

I′m like cool, I can do that boo

What you want some shoes? Jimmy Choo

With a handbag too, red or baby blue?

She gets to smilin' she ain't used to this, ′cause she ain′t use to shit

I'm just laughing could′ve been a pimp the way I move my lips

I be speeding could've been a driver the way I push the whip

You a hoe, coulda been a bitch, the way you throw a fit

But fuck that, right back to the script ′cause this a major lick

He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist

Now its like 6, told her hit his phone, meet her in the Wic

But he ain't go, but he ain′t that slow, say meet 'em at the store

I'm like cool, let ′em front his move, do what he gon′ do

'Cause this the plot, put ′em in the pot, let it cook like stew

I grab my Glock, it been thru a lot, but it still shoot like new

We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that just how it go

But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that′s six to twenty-four

Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pullin′ up now

He double park, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start

That new Porsche its built like a horse, colors like the 'fo

He got a ring, I guess he ain′t divorce, wife probably a whore

Now she walk up, she struttin′ her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck

Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt

Now I sneak up crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off the wire

The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on Michael Myer

I′m on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass

But this what happen, I got to the door, I thought I was cappin′

I was lacking 'cause there go the opps, yellin′ out what's crackin'

I′m like what? I′m like nigga who? I was born to shoot

I got aim, I'm like Jonny Dang, when it comes to chains

So I rise, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh, this no lie

Bitches do or die, you said you gon′ slide

You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work

From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd