Drop-top, headshot when your roof down
A Mally with the bally got a new sound
Boop-boop-boop-boop, thats a tre pound
And now you’re thinkin that you shoulda never came out
12-gauge, dot-dot, chat shit, get shot
This spots got hot, gotta change out
Cattin’ for a hot-wok or a steakhouse
And if my nigga dont eat, Ima spray rounds
And if my nigga got beef then its my war
How many niggas in your set would you die for?
And if your nigga got shot, would you shoot back?
You got a gun but you dont know how to use that
Mind how you talk on the phone
My two pitbulls walk around on their own
Its best that you leave me alone
My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone 
Mind how you talk on the phone
My two pitbulls walk around on their own 
Its best that you leave me alone 
My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone 
You got a trap but dont know how to get it jumpin’
You in a fast car, but don’t even know how to push it 
Im in a fast car gettin’ T like Im Pusha
You say you a killer but now we gotta push ya
Two 30s under tee, like Im Booker
Slide on ya late night like a hooker 
Send my young boy to smoke you like a hookah 
They gon think that he a chef when he cook ya 
Pick a chopstick up, and chop you like a butcher
Take the magazine, now we pluggin like its hooked up
You be shootin in the air like your shit looked up 
Let it go tlil aint no more like my shit booked up 
Theyre like, Skeng, you better calm down 
Youre gonna end up locked or rottin in the ground 
But they know I cant stop, I gotta make the pound 
Old school, out the window, wouldnt make a sound
Hella man chatty, yeah, theyre bitches
The bitches, tellin me I should do kissing 
Shes mythin
Only the cash Id be lipsing 
The big ting, she shoves it in her mouth, she aint thinkin
Them man there fear the kitchen 
But thats cool cah the corn game is different 
You dont wanna see my dargs when we risen 
You dont wanna see my dargs when we risen 
Mind how you talk on the phone
My two pitbulls walk around on their own
Its best that you leave me alone
My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone 
Mind how you talk on the phone
My two pitbulls walk around on their own
Its best that you leave me alone
My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone 
Gimme one chance, gimme one chance
Shouts Drake but I dont need one dance
Need a big red bone, what the bomboclaat?
And home time, if she cant hold firearms
I dont fuck with that bitch, if that bitch is lame
The only reason she about cah she givin brain 
If she a ten-out-of-ten, then Im runnin game
And I attempt to catch a M, its in my fuckin name
I attempt to catch a M, its in my fuckin name
I attempt to catch a M, its in my fuckin name
If she a ten-out-of-ten, then Im runnin game 
And I attempt to catch a M, its in my fuckin name
I was upsuh, billin up, billin up grub
Im a shotter, livin up in the gutter
With a rasta
Spinner up, helicopter
Then I fucked up
Hit and run, I got sucked up
Mind how you talk on the phone
My two pitbulls walk around on their own
Its best that you leave me alone
My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone 
Mind how you talk on the phone
My two pitbulls walk around on their own
Its best that you leave me alone
My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone