Watch his tone, he speak wrong and he might be gone
What's in my hands, long as fitness, ain't a microphone
Might step and point it at your top, he tryna strike your dome
That dump sh**, f** diss songs, that's what I be on
Steppin' with my brother, f** it if he right or wrong
I'm still that same n***a, by myself when I'm alone
If we can't get you, we come peek-a-boo inside your home
But let me get back to the basics, b**h my pockets strong
It's cancer in the air, we bringin' out them rods
Spin in broad daylight or we comin' after dark
I'm tryna bust a n***a's sh** and send him to the lord
Pull up with fifty in the clip, this b**h gon' make some noise
b**h I'ma let you know, I can't go back and forth
Let's go to war, catch your car, knock your sh** in park
Got twin cutters, brand new Glocks for you and all your boys
It's your decision, you could lose your brain or lose your heart
You doin' all that sh** for clout but you won't make it far
I keep it smart, gon' finish all that p**y sh** they start
Dive in that water and that's danger, you can't swim with sharks
Dive in that water and that's danger, you can't swim with sharks
Watch his tone, he speak wrong and he might be gone
What's in my hands, long as fitness, ain't a microphone
Might step and point it at your top, he tryna strike your dome
That dump sh**, f** diss songs, that's what I be on
Steppin' with my brother, f** it if he right or wrong
I'm still that same n***a, by myself when I'm alone
If we can't get you, we come peek-a-boo inside your home
But let me get back to the basics, b**h my pockets strong
Automatic, hop out and go chase it, we make sure you face 'em
b**h I need my meds 'fore I go crazy, menace I was labeled
I'm a nineties baby, I'm on top 'cause the drum on eighty
Pop his top and watch his body lock up like I f**in' tased it
And I'm faded, Hi-Tech in my cup, it got me feelin' lazy
Run up playin', I'ma split your sh**, this AR aim go brazy
Twenty-three the greatest, f** these p**y n***as who be hatin'
You can be the latest to get your sh** bust all on the pavement
Can't touch a n***a, money long, I got a lot of cash
f** a n***a, cross the line and gotta drop a bag
We clutchin' pistols, p**y b**h, don't make my choppers spazz
Hop in a rental, out the window, that's a bodybag
Watch his tone, he speak wrong and he might be gone
What's in my hands, long as fitness, ain't a microphone
Might step and point it at your top, he tryna strike your dome
That dumb sh**, f** diss songs, that's what I be on
Steppin' with my brother, f** it if he right or wrong
I'm still that same n***a, by myself when I'm alone
If we can't get you, we come peek-a-boo inside your home
But let me get back to the basics, b**h my pockets strong