[Verse 1: A$ton Matthews]
Yeah, uh, got you going down sh**'s creek
6 feet, arms length of a pip squeak
Hitting witnesses this week
Stick your b**h, bet your mistresses miss me
This more like Rudy or N' Sync
You are a**, Lance Ba**
Base heads in my basement
Shooting dice in a play pen, in some beige Tims
Trade my friends for some eggs and some bacon
Toast with some bu*ter and Adios
El vita baby for you muthaf**in maricones
Quick to flip, and you know that b**h be down to smoke
Now you see me f**er, b**h now you don't
Shouldn't've spoke motherf**er, cause now you gone
Broke a** n***a with a mouth full of gold
With a young dumb n***a, 40 oz to the dome
You talk about it, but not 'bout it though
I'm somebody she oughta know, I'm oli oxen in all the hoes
I spread her legs and then off her clothes
[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Pills to the green, licks to the lean
Weekend to the Weeknd I got what you need
That Glock with the beam send shots to your team
Leave your whole damn block gridlock, quarantine
Really out here trapping n***a, you just out her rapping
If I lift that lil larking bet these b**hes quit that barking
It's evident, I'm harder than whoever got a problem
And we got them automatics for whoever got revolvers
I'ma Chris Mullen shooter n***a, headhunter hall of fame
Think I'm bluffing, f** it, bet them grave diggers call yo' name
The way we make them choppers bang, you would think Nirvana came
To steal the show, nah n***a, we just here to steal your gold
Young mossberg give these b**hes the business
I shoot him in his front yard head fly to the kitchen
Dead right, if the bread right the semi there like every night
Like give it here if not, co*k back, head shot
[Hook]
Young dumb n***a with a trigger off safety
Shooting down gay teens, burning down Macy's
Young dumb n***a with a trigger off safety
Burning down Macy's, shooting down gay teens