Mem

I'm too high up in this ho, yeah

FreshDuzIt

You hear me? DJ Booker

Yeah, man, DJ Booker, real talk

Aye (Yeah, yeah)

I walk in the trap, bitch, get on the floor

Bitch, you know why I came, just give me the dope

Give me the dope

He thought it was a joke, now he on the floor

Drop down with this Glock and you know I'ma blow

Brr, brr

Hey, kidnap him then he get beheaded

He get beheaded

Bullets come down from the top like confetti

I'ma take his gun if he try to sell it

Should've worked at UPS 'cause the pack get heavy

Get hit with this fire, bitch, I bet you gon' holler

Don't fuck with the snakes, but it's some on my collar

Some on my collar

And if he want a problem, bullets hit his partner

Catchin' plays in the field, Polamalu

Yeah, yeah

****, he ain't dumb, he ain't take nothin' from me

Boom

Wish a fuck **** would take my money

Exotic my runtz, this shit is not crummy

He tried to ride my wave, you know that I sonned him

Boom, boom, brrt

They like, "What is you smokin'?" Lil' bitch, it's that rapper weed

Aye

I keep watching my back 'cause I know **** after me

Aye

If I dump the whole clip, I know Dreek gon' shoot after me

Aye

Bitch, it's murder for hire, you can't join the faculty

Aye

Bitch, I'm clutchin' my Glock while I eat at the Applebee's

Aye

Bitch, I'm high as the sky, I'm up here with the factories

Aye

Bitch, I do my own dirt, you ain't gotta look after me

Aye

Bitch, I'm handin' out shots like I'm makin' a daiquiri

Aye

"NLE ain't got no money"

He got money

Ha, ha, ha, lil' bitch, you funny

"NLE ain't out here gunnin'"

****, what?

I get a **** wrapped up like a mummy

Brrt, no cap

I did it again, repeated offender

Aye

If he actin' fruity, put him in a blender

Twirl

If a **** want smoke, we gon' make him surrender

Get him out of here

He was breakin' the rules, my **** suspend him

Get him out of here, coach (Huh)

Get him out of here, coach

He breakin' the rules, we had to suspend him

Aye, man, he was breakin' the rules, my **** suspend him

They don't get no pity, they get hit with the 7.62s though

We keep straps like suspenders, no cap

I'm comin' in hot

Came in this bitch with the Glock

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey

Bring it back in, I'ma come a lil' different this time

Always gotta keep me two nines (Two)

Glock .19 put a hit through your spine

Brrt

Get a **** whacked then put him in a rhyme

Get your Jiffy cornbread, think she want some Jiffy cornbread dick

Ooh

I put her in the mix, she saying that he plotting on a jit

It's bodies with this shit

It's bodies with this shit

Get wet like toilet, potties in this bitch

Bin Laden with this stick

My **** sendin' shots up in this bitch

Aye

Yo' **** gettin' hit

Aye, aye

You know I love my Glock, my favorite stick

We always in some shit, no cap

We always in some shit

I just hotboxed the drop-top

Hotbox

Threw away a hot Glock

A hot Glock

Put the dope up in my sock

What? Where?

The police tried to search my crotch

Search my crotch

Bitch, I thank my sister every day because she gave the drops

I got 'em out

Put that boy up in that grease and fry 'em like a tater tot, gone

Brrt, yeah

'Cause I'm really that ****, they know I'ma stepper (Huh?)

And I keep me a gun, they say I'm a rebel (What?)

Bitch, my bullets got bass, we ain't worried 'bout no treble (Damn)

Boy, who is you talkin' to? You better settle

Aye

Bitch, I'm a volcano 'cause I'm finna melt him

Aye

Put him on a leash 'cause my bullets gon' pet him

Aye

And my shooter brainwashed, he kill if I tell him (Aye, kill if I tell him to)

Aye

Brrt, that **** fucked up

Hundred round drum for a fuck ****, lay down

NLE the Top Shotta

Got a whole motherfuckin' K round and the Drac' sound

Love the way the Drac' sound

Make a **** lay down

Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?

I really just ran that

Mm, mm, mm, mm

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Mm, mm, mm, mm

Mm, mm, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah