Intro
(Here you go, fuckin’ ignorin’ me and shit, lookin’ through my story)
(Anyways, you gotta stop doing that)
(You wanna fucking play, like I’m not even motherfuckin’ playing with you, Benzo)
Chorus
Hmm, I been on Percs’ and dranks, sometimes I feel like I’m trippin’
Opp tryna take me to the paint, but you’ll never catch me slippin’
Ain’t tweakin’ these personal pranks, I’m quick to give an opp a whippin’
Do you feel me? Not for money, these personal killings
Big bad wolf, I’ll blow down the kitchen, please just stay out my business, huh
Opp think he safe, baby on the way, he ain’t raisin’ no children
Swing the belt, I bet we get him gone, watch what you say up in them songs
Cryin’ over that dick, it ain’t that serious, baby, just leave me alone
Verse
I’m in the back feelin’ good, smokin’ a Backwood, in the back of the ‘Bach with a ‘Wood
Now you missin’ your bro, hope somebody do it, you’ll get some get-back if you could
Yeah, if an opp get too close on me, he wouldn’t get back if he could
Cryin’ on my phone ’bout a bitch on me, you want the bitch back? Is you good?
Sometimes I really be asking myself do they really love me?
Sometimes I thought about blastin’ myself, man, this shit get ugly
Nowadays, they wanna fuck me, back then, they wouldn’t hug me
How many K’s? I need forty
When we spin, we won’t no need more of these
Ain’t no more pass
Niggas better get on P, they gotta know we score fast
The bitch just sent your lo’, it’s time to eat, drop shot and DoorDash
They make diss songs, ain’t got a pot to pee, these niggas poor and sad
We spint ten times, where the fuck your spot? On P, my niggas tourin’ that
Fuck the airport, I’ll go on a jet
Knew I’ll be rich, I was born to flex
You wanna fuck? I was born to have sex
Just met the bitch, I don’t even know her like that
You don’t know me, I’ma fold that TEC
Feel like I can kill all the 4s with this (Huh)
I ain’t even rappin’, just pourin’ on this
It really be just on some poetry shit
Yeah, ain’t good at embracing how I feel
But go crazy ’bout my pills
Skipped multiple ways to sign my deal
Can’t hang with that nigga, he fake
Up Gen if he raise my chills
You could hang, but not my crib
You could stay, but not right here
You could stay, but not right here
Go crazy ’bout my pill
You could stay, but not right here
You could bang, but not right here
You could stay, but not my crib
I can’t lie, I been goin’ crazy
We can do business, you gon’ pay me
After this, I’m leavin’ with your lady
Mom dukes, your son be dissing, better tell him chill, after this, it’s no baby
Blowin’ up blick any situation, don’t be a poor baby
Don’t be a poor baby
Get pussy and go crazy
Get in that pussy and go crazy
Ain’t no more pass
Niggas better get on P ’cause they don’t know we score fast
Oh, we got another lo’ on them? Drop shot and DoorDash
You stuntin’ that lil’-ass glizzy you totin’
Why you dissin’ and you ain’t never spinned before?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Brodie said he see my opp, huh, squeeze and let the bitch go
Hold on, she want more, huh
Oh, I ain’t know it was another one, huh, she want more, huh
Went on a drill, there was four of ’em, bro squeeze two more and— huh
Damn, I ran out of shots, huh
They don’t go back to the block, huh
Damn, they caught onto the plot, huh
We finna ball on they spot
Got a bad bitch at home
Fan bitch, I dodge they twat
Bad bitch wan’ hop on the bone
She gotta sit down and squat
Interlude
Brr, ayy, y’all fuck niggas gon’ get another for playin’ with us, nigga
We gon’ keep puttin’ y’all bitch ass on the news, nigga, stop playin’ with us
You know what the fuck goin’ on
At the end of the day, 2025, nigga, we still alive and y’all bitch ass ain’t
Chorus
I been on Percs’ and dranks, sometimes I feel like I’m trippin’
Opp tryna take me to the paint, but you’ll never catch me slippin’
Ain’t tweakin’ these personal pranks, I’m quick to give an opp a whippin’
Do you feel me? Not for money, these personal killings
Big bad wolf, I’ll blow down the kitchen, please just stay out my business, huh
Opp think he safe, baby on the way, he ain’t raisin’ no children
Swing the belt, I bet we get him gone, watch what you say up in them songs
Cryin’ over that dick, it ain’t that serious, baby, just leave me alone