H.A.M. (Hit Anything Moving) (feat. Auto*)

Baow, baow, baow, aight

Bitch, get your head right or lose it

Know I might tweak on any movement

Pop this perc to keep me cool, bih

Say the word, we pull up

Box-box truck, just like the movers

Box-box, mag, on this ARP

Bitch, fuck around, go boom

How you was just on lil' bruh team

Now **** Ace, Boon and Coon

Bookbag, full of hunnids

Finna take his ass to school

AR bad, keep on whippin' ass

He fuckin' up in school

It ain't no FHP or OPD

I'm flushin' pourin' juice

Just know he gritz, he tried to come up through that blitz, and saw Ray Lewis

Bitch, we got sticks and drums

Inside this whip, we makin' music

I'm touchin' cheese the wrong way

Bitch, like I'm Gary Busey

He merched, he was gon' bump down

But he ain't never do it

Squirt-squirtin' with this burst

Bitch, you can't merch

That I don't know how to use it

I'm up off 'erk and work

Just hit my chirp if you don't know how to move it

Get his ass smacked from where I'm at, bitch I'm in Turks and Cookaz

Bitch I meant Turks and Caicos

Firebomb the house he in, the fuck he think he safe for?

Binary G19, no P80s, we fuckin' hate those

Bitch, I was down bad on my dick

Now this some shit you pray for

Loose lips, gon' sink ships

Before he get that, he walkin' ship

We tell him Hastaluego

Pock-pocket stuffed with cream cheese

My shit look like a bagel

Big body Track

Inside butter, outside look like mayo

Bitch I was stop-and-poppin' shit

Feel like I'm O.J. Mayo

I make this cheese triple stack

This shit do what I say so

Get him smacked from where I'm at

Got killers on the payroll, ****

Get him smacked from where I'm at

Got killers on the payroll

I put my leg up when I fuck yo hoe, I feel like Fabo

I made it through the rain

Pot of gold after the rainbow

What **** gotta say though?

300 Blackie, send shit to the ER

John Stamos

Walk in with hot shit

Blow at any moment

Like volcanoes

**** always fuckin' hatin

That shit no bueno

BMG, my life a movie

Like Rotten Tomatoes

That's some bad thick shit

I think she from Barbados

Like Sinaloa

I'll cut you bout them fuckin' pesos

BMG, my pockets cheesy, ****

Extra queso

Extra cheese, I'm tryin' to cash out

On some fuckin' heat

You see the BMG outside

You better be on beat

I got some shit to leave

A bad taste in your mouth

You think shit sweet

This 27 lil' as fuck, this ain't no 23

Heat in my pants

I burn a **** third degree

I put some hot shit on his skin, it's like he joinin' a fraternity

Lil Jefe pop up out the cut

We performin' surgery

Please don't get your head popped

Tryna commit a burglary

If a **** tell you he my dawg

Call and confirm with me

Leave a **** in that Little River

Happy Anniversary

You better give me my respect

That shit ain't fuckin' earned with me

Y'all **** think y'all safe

And I'm startin' to take it personally

Yah