Turn up the beat, I just wanna geek I got perkies in me, with the rhythm, I tweak They keep dissin´ the Brook, no, I don´t wanna beef Free Jo, C-HII, ´til my ooters is free Turn up the beat, I just wanna geek I got perkies in me, with the rhythm, I tweak They keep dissin´ the Brook, no, I don´t wanna beef Free Jo, C-HII, ´til my ooters is free
Tryna do ´em like Dro, I´m a fiend for the beat Me and bro opened doors, now we throwin´ the key Tell ´em, "Free 38," take a trip wit´ my 3s We want all of the smoke, we ain´t coppin´ no pleas Got hit, but that shit ain´t do shit
Got back, no cap, do a hit when we drip Talk facts, DOA, really made niggas lit Still love all my Bloodies and fuck with the Rips
Turn up the beat and you know I´ma tweak I´m with tana and Dougie, don´t forget the B (Grrah) Nobody bigger than he (Nah) Three chops, move hot while we dumpin´ out, V´s (Grrah, grrah) Nobody bigger than us (Nah) All black, big body suburban, we dumpin´ out trucks (Skrrt, yeah) Ken Carson with the stick, you know I´m clutch (Grrah) Ice Spice with the Glock ´cause you know it´s gon´ munch (Grrt, bah)
What´s the word with that? (Huh?) I´m too sturdy for that She not throwin´ it back, I´m not goin´ for that You know I tote Berettas and poles on my back (Bah, bah) Long live Steve Jobs, you know I tote the MAC (Grrah, grrah, grrah) 917, you know I´m gettin´ racks (Racks, racks) Audience with the chop, it´s finna clap (Grraow, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Uh, I got the AK in my duffy (Baow, baow, baow) No, I can´t fuck on your ho ´cause she ugly Big Brim, only the B is above me I was in school with the G in my cubby (Grrah, bah, bah) EBK, nigga, you know I´m on fuck shit
Private or public, you know that I´m clutchin´ Oh, he from shh? Hop out, up it (Fah) These niggas, they do anything for the coverage Oh, that bitch that you lovin´, she swallowed my nut You thought you could rob me, you must ride the short bus Workin´ the trap, boy, I don´t need no shortcut Damn, you said that it´s smoke, let me know somethin´ Damn, your bitch on my dick, let her blow somethin´ Broke-ass nigga, pay up if you owe somethin´ Shootin´, I´m ballin´ like Kobe in ´01 Everything dead, I ain´t duckin´ from no one (Grrah, grrah)
Turn up the beat, I just wanna geek I got perkies in me, with the rhythm, I tweak They keep dissin´ the Brook, no, I don´t wanna beef Free Jo, C-HII, ´til my ooters is free Turn up the beat, I just wanna geek I got perkies in me, with the rhythm, I tweak They keep dissin´ the Brook, no, I don´t wanna beef Free Jo, C-HII, ´til my ooters is free
Tryna do ´em like Dro, I´m a fiend for the beat Me and bro opened doors, now we throwin´ the key Tell ´em, "Free 38," take a trip with my 3s We want all of the smoke, we ain´t coppin´ no pleas Got hit, but that shit ain´t do shit
Got back, no cap, do a hit when we drip Talk facts, DOA, really made niggas lit Still love all my Bloodies and fuck with the Rips
Yeah, they made ´em go down like the NASDAQ If I´m drivin´, then tell my bro, "Grab that" Made that boy disappear like a Snapchat (On gang) How you sayin´ you on, but your ass fell off? (Fell off) Ain´t shoot shit, nigga, you all talk (You all talk) Applyin´ pressure in this shit like gauze (Like guaze) Do ´em like a ticket, scratchin´ ´em off (Scratchin´ him off) Doin´ the dash in the Benz from the cops (Skrrt) My shooters from Chi-town, ready to pop (Pop)
Bought me a bottle and fucked on a thot (On a thot) I´m with Luisss and Dougie, they tellin´ us, "Drop" (Drop) I stay with them cuddies, boy, do not get shot (Shot) Outside with the gang, know we posted a lot (A lot) Niggas sayin´ they slidin´, I know that they not (They not) Say he gon´ shoot me, nigga, I ain´t shot, bitch (Shot)
Rip and dip, yes, I´m finna slide What whip I bring this bitch in tonight? I put the tip in, dickin´ her right I said, "Pull up to the crib," big dick is implied
And this ho lookin´ nice, I like her spice And I told her, "I´m down to munch on that ice" She said, "When do you wanna fuck?" Bitch, tonight ´Cause 10 AM, hop on that flight Get left if you don´t get right Give ´em a left, right hand, bitch, I´m Mike Tyson And that nigga is not my man, couldn´t act if I tried I turned off DMs, niggas kept askin´ for the price Tryna be my BM and get access to my life Bro, I can´t even see them, I´m way too high, huh (I´m way too high) Niggas can´t even believe that I´m in the sky, huh (On God) Fuck ´round, see the green up in my eyes, huh (My eyes)
Because a nigga fried (I´m fried) Okay, I´m top one, but the jeans is Number (N)ine (Number (N)ine) Bitch, I wanna win, I´m prayin´ to Jesus, oh my God No, they cannot see us, niggas blind