[Intro]
Grrt, ayy (Come on)
[Chorus]
Walk 'em down straight to the ground
We make sure that he don't get up (Damn E, this sh*t exclusive)
Call the reverend and his momma, tell 'em, "Come and pick 'em up"
I'ma smack you with this forty, askin', "Is my Glizzy tucked?"
[Verse]
Only like it sloppy, she gon' beat box when she su*kin' me
Told her, "Bring a friend," if she ever think about fu*kin' me
Touchin' who, touchin' me? To God, where your ass gon' be
Leave 'em stuck and sent 'em up like he fu*kin' with Cardi B
Park thе car before we hit thе street, I'm hoppin' out on feet
Get up close so I can see his teeth but I'ma keep it brief
Ask do he remember me, then introduced him to my heat
Skrrt off the block, you followin' this car, your whip be cream cheese
Ain't no bush to beat around, you not duckin' no hunnid rounds
Whole hood been down for the count 'cause we just beat it down
Ain't gotta spin back around because my target hit the ground
Crossed that line, you out of bounds
They gon' find you up in the crowd
Nappy ass dreadlocks, black Forces, black socks
Make the Draco pop, it's louder than a boombox
Shoutout to OVO, this Drake can make your "BedRock"
We beat them four and O, just check the score, it say a lot
Ayy, I'm in Miami, she givin' me head on Ocean Drive while her ni**a outside
su*ked me so good, I thought that I died
But when I nutted, I had came back alive
Skeet on her face, it got in her eyes
Now she tellin' me she legally blind
Gave her a towel and told her she fine
She kept su*kin' 'til she started cryin'
Point 'em out, shoot 'em out, I spot 'em, I got 'em
He started runnin', so I caught 'em
Bag on his head, I bought 'em
Told my shooter do everything that I taught 'em
Let me know if it’s a problem
Like a schoolboy, I be super quick to solve it
Thinkin' my shooter retarded
He take a pill and then snort it right off of his .40
Snort it right off of his gun
Shot a hunnid, then paid a hunnid for his bond
Send a diss, I won't respond
Slam dunk a ni**a like a ni**a was LeBron
Leave a ni**a where he stay
Same place that I met him, I made 'em late
Let a ni**a come and play
He gon' tell his momma, "Plan the funeral date"
I got the power like Nelson Mandela
You need a umbrella whenever I spray
Leave him sh*tty like Nutella
He gon' need a Pamper if he survive this K
Me and my ni**as, we down for whatever
We step on whoever in retro Js
Bullets stickin' like a throw in [call and bail 'em?]
Make him Cinderella if he betray
b*tch, ayy
[Chorus]
Walk 'em down straight to the ground
We make sure that he don't get up (Damn E, this sh*t exclusive)
Call the reverend and his momma, tell 'em, "Come and pick 'em up"
I'ma smack you with this forty, askin', "Is my Glizzy tucked?"