Bitch Uh, uh, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Grr, yeah, uh I'm breaking these niggas, we pop 'em like Kit Kat Ain't with the shit-talking, I ain't with the chit-chat Upping the pole, put the Glock where his hip at We wiping his nose with a towel or a big rag All of my niggas, we ain't with the talking You speak on my name, know that come with a coffin Every day shooting, ain't missing my target We picking and painting your body, no caution Bitch, bitch Yeah, yeah I got the heat with the money like mayo She wanna fuck 'cause I got me them pesos Back it up, bitch, better do what I say so Throw that ass back on my dick like a halo Opps in the cut, know we posted and stay low Shoot their ass up, wet 'em up like a Faygo, bitch Bitch, we gon' wet 'em up, wet 'em up I got the Glock with the beam, it's gon' pedal up No, we ain't needing for speed with my weapon tucked Nigga was dreaming, he thought I was lacking Hop on the scene and it's movie, it's action Niggas be fiending, they thinking I'm capping Glock with a beam, make you do Michael Jackson, bitch Shoot a moonrock, on moonrock in the cut Fuck on that bitch, got my dick in her guts Niggas be talking until they get busted Roll down the wood, smoke him up like a Dutch Everybody up on my dick with the same shit Stop all that capping and that with that gang shit You niggas lame, you can't hang with the gang, bitch Shoot at your face with the Glock, bitch, it's aimless Bitch, ain't no amateur, know that I'm shooting Balling since a jit, a NBA hooper Young nigga ball till I fall like I'm Future All that it take is one call, I'ma do ya Look in my eyes, you gon' die, what you preaching? Catch up the clout, I got money for features Chasing a bag, I do that every season Niggas be hating, I don't know the reason Portray what they faking, they cap on the internet Speak on the internet, bitch, you is into that You niggas cap, you could never admit to that I got a slip to the clip, put an end to that Making him dance, bitches do the bachata Pooping his pants, yeah, that nigga a toddler Sending your mans to the sky with this chopper Making it slow, make him sing like an Oscar Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Yeah, yeah She wanna fuck with the gang, yeah Told that bitch give me brain, yeah She wanna bang, bang, bang Bitch, we gon' wet 'em up, wet 'em up I got the Glock with the beam, it's gon' pedal up No, we ain't needing for speed with my weapon tucked Nigga was dreaming, he thought I was lacking Hop on the scene and it's movie, it's action Niggas be fiending, they thinking I'm capping Shoot at your ass with designer, it's fashion Glock with a beam, make you do Michael Jackson, bitch Yeah, yeah, yeah Glock with the beam, Michael Jackson Glock with the beam, Michael Jackson Yeah, Billie Jean, Michael Jackson Bitch