Skrrt, skrrt 
Skrrt,  skrrt 
Skrrt,  skrrt 
Skrrt, skrrt 
Skrrt, skrrt 
Beat  was for Tadoe
He  aint do it, though
Guess who got it now
Ayy,  ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Whatcha talking bout, Willis?
I cant wear my white Amiris, I got cheese on my fingers 
Smoking  dopey-dope dope
Done, done, done is weed man, but I be with my villains 
Skrrt-skrrt, Im peelin
Finna pull up, mark the spot, this aint no fuckin R Chronic 
Okay, since we cookin beef
Okay, since we cookin beef, Ima need a large skillet 
If he a dog, then we China
Thirty five shots, thats Cinco de Mayo, ayy
Named both guns, David and Goliath, ayy
Who tryna get high? My old head fire, ayy
You ever seen a XO spit out fire?
Told her hold on, exhausted, bitch, Im tired, ayy
She gave me a gram, told me J.R. Rider, ayy
I beat 99 and they all light up
Turn his brain to some barbecue
She asked me what I like, baby, I pick you
And he live with his mama but he telling you
That his pockets is filled and his garage is too
Who is these niggas? I dont know you
Donald Trump building a wall, go run into it
Rollie on my hand and a gun is, too
Bitch, I feel like Waka Flocka, Oh, lets do it
I pull up with them young foolies aiming at you
Too many niggas riding, they knowin what it do
Just blew fifty thousand, made it back times two
I put them shooters on your ass, you aint knowin who 
That GetBack have em blue 
Niggas better pick a side, niggas better choose
My side, we dont lose 
My side pack them tools 
If he with the opps, then he a opp, we gon show him what it do
Fuck around turn his brains to some barbecue
Im like hold on bro, stand down, let me get him, let me shoot
Sosa got GetBackGang with him, too
All my niggas they gang, it aint no fufu
Niggas killin hoes, thats so fu
Turn his brain to some barbecue
She asked me what I like, baby, I pick you
And he live with his mama but he telling you
That his pockets is filled and his garage is too
Who is these niggas? I dont know you
Donald Trump building a wall, go run into it
Rollie on my hand and a gun is, too
Bitch, I feel like Waka Flocka, Oh, lets do it