(It´s a Wayne beat)
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)

Bitch, I´m with lil´ Fox

We just put a three of Tris in a lil´ pot
10 milli´ clean, put the switch on a lil´ Glock
He tried to block it, but I hit him with the hook shot
We got the hood hot
Rob the Yung Og, I think you should not
I signed a nigga in a feds, I felt like Suge Knight
We just found some glass of red, it´s a good night
I been through so much shit in my life, I got a book to write
Sosa ain´t got drank, I´m with Snook tonight
Snatch a nigga ice, he re-dropped, then we took it twice
If my mama hear I´m dead, the drank took my life
The nigga sold me fake drank, so I took the pint
I´m tryna check for Karo, that´s why I shook the pint

I just drank a four raw, I got a crooked eye
Shit talkin´, but I might just do a hook tonight
Told Will, "Gas the PJ up, we ain´t bookin´ flights"

I got tall hoes, same height as Dior Dess
In the street for real, my model bitch in the feds
Pop out Chrome Heart, I grabbed the Brabus truck from Bagg
G5 the jet to a Tris pint when I land
My grandma still live where Zai died, gave her a K
It ain´t shit to make a hit, pussy, I´m on plaque number eight
I´m fuckin´ on a booster, her ass shaped like a eight

They crashin´ out about me, I got Foxes every state
Ah, life lit for real, now I get high with Rod Wave

Like be for real, how you dodgin´ that case?
Million dollar check and ain´t been home for nine days
They heard the Yung Og home, this shit look like a Lions game
Ten´ll get you hit, a dub, crime pays
Had to leave the messy bitch, she playin´ Facebook live games
My son got a stick for Christmas, I ain´t buyin´ games
Promethazine with codeine, I ain´t buyin´ plain
´Less it´s plain presi´s

I´ll bust a platinum down, nigga, I ain´t petty
You say you want a quarter brick, I got a nine ready
It´s a safety on the Draco, but the 9 ready

Fox piss on a bitch, look like R. Kelly
Locked in with Ja, I had a Glock when they played the Celtics
Fox caught two before he died, now he in heaven
Rio was locked in August, talkin´ ´bout nigga was his celly
Seventy for the presi´
He gonna come ´round this shit, that boy died, he gon´ tell it
Take a shit on the rap game, I know they smell me
Ratchet ho bummin´, thought I had sex with Sexyy
How much for a show? Fifty-three plus seven

Foxes on tour with me, how many? Twenty-seven
Lil´ Fox ain´t got shit, he´ll kill you for a seven
How much I put on his head? The fuckin´ Rolls Spectre
Never mind, hit baby Fox, he´ll kill you for some leisure
Jordan 11s
I got real killers in heaven
How much we poured up? Eleven
How many them Percs [Lil Jay?] off? Eleven
White thick bitch got cake like Lil Debbie