Uh, she wanna know where I am right now
Told her that, I'm in the stu, I been cooking up the music, while I'm getting high right now
I'm feeling fly right now, I tote a damn glock that's the fye right now
I keep a damn mop make it whine right now, I keep a lil chop you'll die right now
Bitch you get motherf*ckin' checked, check him
My niggas only toting lethal weapons
My niggas always shooting, ain't no question
He was talking on the texts so I pressed him
Taking this medication for depression
Got addicted to it, now I collect it
Addy made it easy to show my aggression
You ain't bout that shit, you just look for attention
I know you fake in your songs, know he ain't toting no guns
That's why you talking a lot, f*ck boy wanted action
But, now I see him on the run, I'm pressing him in the dm's
Lil bro wanted action, huh, pistol packing ima wrap him up
You must wanna die right now, I keep a lil chop, lil fye right now
I got a acog outside right now, my clothes sci-fi, Bill Nye right now
Me and my bitch getting so high right now
Got a got damn show I'm on the flight right now
Why he talking through the texts, take a life right now
All of my homies ready to die right now
Send his ass to hell
I make it rain down, I make it rain hell, no you ain't safe here
Send his ass to hell
I wish em farewell, I wish em farewell, I wish em farewell