Uh, uh, uh, uh, nigga Uh, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah My gang over everything, switch my car then switch my bitch Servin' dog food through different nights, type of shit you breed a pit' Pour dirty cups, muddy leave a stain, yo' shit dodgy 'cause it's Triss Well, hoes and trust, I ain't got a thing, I'm Ray Charles into that bitch, uh I don't wanna shoot no dice unless we bettin' on gold stacks Lil' bruh slime and and pulled a cold move just for them cover racks They wiped his nose, they had no clue, just like fat fox, he got' get back These niggas more like mice and move, I bring out cheese just to kill a rat, ayy Hit they trap, the bowls still down, in the end zone, pull a sack Nigga play, they get walked down, take his life, he can't come back All these bowls and zones I'm servin', trappin' like my granny back These niggas keep dyin' from makin' songs, but they ain't learn from that I ain't got no offer, no ho, I know my country Black Ho, where your tonsils at? This a Maybach truck, uh, what you driving in? Uh, been renting from days to months No pink slip, he ain't buyin' the Benz (uh-uh) Spent fixty-six nights up on the bump Stood tall in the joint, got no fear in the man (uh-uh) They say revenge the best of all plans Want to be real, want to take you a chance Way I hide the stick inside the Maybach truck, you would thought I make it bend Way I had it, bitch, you would think I'm takin' her down, whole time, I'm breakin' her in Return back home to the street, I get nothing From nothing to somethin', bet I'll do it again I'm really chill inside this Maybach truck, they thinkin' 'bout touchin' the kid