[ Featuring Denzel Curry, 03 Greedo ]
I gotta be low-key, uh
I said wkith all that's goin' on, I gotta be low-key, uh
All that's goin' on, I gotta be low-key, uh
I said with all that's goin' on, I gotta be low-key, uh
What's the play? I've been MIA
Got my nigga Zay, we in L.A. like Doughboy and Tre
Each and every day, we makin' pay
Can't make no mistake, never tell a nigga what you make
Only desperate niggas robbin', they don't even gotta hate (okay)
And won't give it back, took it to the gat
With lil' stack, never buy a KIA, over night, it's gonna be a splat
Stole my cousin's shit, "Easy does it" shit
Plastic Glock, I'm never uppin' it, but bet I bust the shit (grrt)
I be rhymin' on that Busta shit, you on that buster shit
With these hoes, you better wear a glove like you must acquit (I must acquit)
F*ck around, find out niggas ain't no nymphomaniacs (okay)
I'm like a stud 'cause I gotta keep a strap all in my lap (okay)
Hop up out that splat, rat-tat-tat, aimin' at yo' hat
All these niggas cap, niggas flat, they ain't got no racks
Hop up out that splat, rat-tat-tat, aimin' at yo' hat
All these niggas cap, niggas flat, they ain't got no racks
Glizzy clap like the speaker clap, brodie keep a strap
Smokin' pack and I'm sellin' eyes in the Cadillac
Throw it back, she gon' throw it back for a quarter rack
By the set, pussy, by the set, all my niggas trap
Gangster shit, had to bring it back like a Pontiac (skrrt)
In the back, f*ckin' on yo' bed
Gold fangs in my mouth from MIA
Shout-out my dog Tre
Told his ass to get up out the way
Tryna make a play
Me and my money stacked like yesterday
Hop up out that splat, rat-tat-tat, aimin' at yo' hat
All these niggas cap, niggas flat, they ain't got no racks
Hop up out that splat, rat-tat-tat, aimin' at yo' hat
All these niggas cap, niggas flat, they ain't got no racks
Hop up out that splat, rat-tat-tat, aimin' at yo' hat
All these niggas cap, niggas flat, they ain't got no racks
Hop up out that splat, rat-tat-tat, aimin' at yo' hat
All these niggas cap, niggas flat, they ain't got no racks
8-ball corner pocket, type shit, drop somethin' (bitch)
My lil' homie off the powder, had to slide until he shot somethin' (stick)
My lil' homie off the Perky 'cause your lean is way clapped and some'
My lil' hotty stretch a bitch like she be modelin' for FashioNova
Rocky on the flight from L-A-X, f*ck it, pass the soda (leanin')
Read up on that work, you got the best, it had the pensions on it (P, yeah)
Check my resume, put that on Grape, it ain't no scratches on it
Trigger finger itchin', one more post, I might just whack a homie (and I mean it)
We don't shoot at the niggas you claim that they shootin' at, niggas ain't never shot shit
Looters on top of the looters, I grew up with flockers who probably done ran in your shit
Shooters on top of the shooters, I came with the name, with my gang was in the bricks
Noodles on top of the noodles, I been in and out, so don't make me Top Ramen your shit
Hop up out that splat, rat-tat-tat, aimin' at yo' hat
All these niggas cap, niggas flat, they ain't got no racks
Hop up out that splat, rat-tat-tat, aimin' at yo' hat
All these niggas cap, niggas flat, they ain't got no racks
Hop up out that splat, rat-tat-tat, aimin' at yo' hat
All these niggas cap, niggas flat, they ain't got no racks
Hop up out that splat, rat-tat-tat, aimin' at yo' hat
All these niggas cap, niggas flat, they ain't got no racks
Hop up out that splat, rat-tat-tat, aimin' at yo' hat
All these niggas cap, niggas flat, they ain't got no racks
Hop up out that splat, rat-tat-tat, aimin' at yo' hat
All these niggas cap, niggas flat, they ain't got no racks
Hop up out that splat
