(Who made this shit?)
(TayTay made the beat)
XO, yeah
Ayy, tell me when you ready

I ain´t lettin´ ´em talk how they wanna
Kill ´em, they try to play me
Hustlin´, got plenty paper
Try to take it, I´m gon´ knock somethin´ off
Smokin´ on paper, keepin´ my mind on murder
Fuck dissin´, we tryna catch the bitch in person
That´s when it goes down
Ain´t no pick and choose
We don´t ever lose, we known to break the rules
Put that stick on dude
Now them niggas screamin´ they gon´ stretch me too
Blow his mind soon as that bitch go boom
Life designed, we don´t leave no clues
You want my name, I want your hat
So what the fuck you wanna do?

Ooh

I´m puttin´ ´em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin´ like ooh
I´m puttin´ ´em straight on the news, yeah

Niggas hatin´, even got the police tryna stop him
He ran his mouth ´bout Top ´nem
Got the drop and then we popped him
Should be glad that you´re not him
In my Rolls-Royce ridin´ with no tint
Got them sticks on us like tree limbs
Big Glocks, big knots, they know him
We be ridin´ around on big rims
We be schemin´, tryna zip him and all the rest
Shawty hangin´ ´round a bitch ´nem, we gon´ put ´em all to rest
Them hoes gon´ follow checks
I´m really ballin´, what I got, buy all again
Backyardigans

Ooh
I´m puttin´ ´em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin´ like ooh
I´m puttin´ ´em straight on the news, yeah (Look)

Drivin´ fast, can´t get a pass, you crash, nigga
Cross the line, we gon´ bust his ass, we gon´ do ´em bad, leave ´em smashed, nigga
Ridin´ around with these chains on, got my pockets filled with that bag, nigga
Fuck all these hoes, then I send ´em home, and I finish flexin´ while you´re mad, nigga
When I up, release the whole mag, nigga (I mean that)
Them boys been hoes at all
They tend to slum it down and they won´t stop
They mad I don´t be tryin´ and I´m hot (And I´m hot)

Buy that Bentley, then I buy another car
I have ´em wonderin´ how I done got all this money, what the fuck?
Got a watch on both my arms when they see me pullin´ up
Got all these youngins with me armed, nigga, we don´t give a fuck
It go down, shoot it up
We bust and leave a nigga stuck
Run with the crowd, catch up with us (Who made this shit?)

Ooh (TayTay made the beat)
I´m puttin´ ´em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin´ like ooh
I´m puttin´ ´em straight on the news, yeah

Ooh (Backyardigans)

I put a bitch on the news (Backyardigans)
Ooh (Backyardigans)
Ooh (Backyardigans)
Niggas hatin´, even got the police tryna stop him (Who made this shit?)
He ran his mouth ´bout Top ´nem (TayTay made the beat)
Got the drop and then we popped him
Should be glad that you´re not him
In my Rolls-Royce ridin´ with no tint
Got them sticks on us like tree limbs
Big Glocks, big knots, they know him
We be ridin´ around on big rims