Bitch. Aye, aye

Bitch, we steady rollin' with you, know we put your mans on it. (Gotti)

That's a new gun out the box, so tell me how it jam on you, aye. (What the fuck?)

How that is your homie if he even ran on you? (Ran on you)

Steady pourin' up the Wock', I spent a couple bands on it, aye. (What? What?)

Lot of opp packs in the air, the opps so stand on it. (Yeah)

Your whole closet full of T-shirt with your dead mans on it. (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

If you rock right with the opps, then you gon' get fell with 'em. (Opp blocks)

Always whippin' on the internet, go be a fail with 'em, aye. (Bitch)

I just popped an X so it's gon' T me up, I'll zoot it up. (Zoot it up)

I just bring my blick right to the party, ain't no foolin' us. (Fucking stupid)

**** see me blowin' up, now they wanna be in tune with us. (Who be a fake?)

Bitch, I'm 'bout to jigga, don't move wrong or I'm gon' shoot it up. (Boom, boom, boom)

My Mikey gang for real, you disrespect it, bitch, I'm pullin' up. (Pullin' up)

Bitch don't try to shake ass, I told her it ain't movin' up. (What? What?)

Bitch, a jigga party, put it on right when you boot it up. (Boot it up)

Ain't no claim that you here if you weren't right there at the stu with us. (Yeah, gang)

All my opps is broke as hell, whole gang, they ain't do nothin' to us. (What? What?)

Lot of **** claimin' different bodies who be runnin' up. (Runnin' up)

I can't even trust a bitch 'cause all these hoes be dumb as fuck. (Hell nah)

Opps be out here scared to do a drill, that shit be fun to us. (Funny packs)

How the fuck you out here claimin' gang when you ain't one of us? (You not)

I tossed a cup of Henny on my pants, I'm out here fuckin' up. (Fuckin' up)

Keelo let me whip the SRT, hope I don't fuck it up. (Fuck it up)

Bitch, aye, hope I don't fuck it up. (Okay)

Bitch, we steady rollin' with you, know we put your mans on it. (Bitch)

That's a new gun out the box, so tell me how it jam on you, aye. (How the fuck it jam?)

How that is your homie if he even ran on you? (What the fuck?)

Steady pourin' up the Wock', I spent a couple bands on it, aye. (Gang, gang, gang)

Lot of opp packs in the air, the opps so stand on it. (Yeah, opp packs)

Your whole closet full of T-shirt with your dead mans on it. (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

If you rock right with the opps, then you gon' get fell with 'em. (Fuck the opps)

Always whippin' on the internet, go be a fail with 'em, bitch. (bitch, bitch)