text: Boom, boom, uh
  Hear that hot shit we really pop shit
  When we drop shit, you copped it, we really drop shit
  Who got the keys to the locksmith? Im finna flock shit
  Yall be all upon my dick like this gon make yall profit, look
  Hit his matha-tha, that shit go bananas, na-na, na-na-na
  I dont beef with Gerbers, he a baby, goo-goo, ga-ga-ga
  Grra-ta-ta, .40 hit him, make him do the cha-cha-cha
  Nah, nah, nah, I dont want the block, I want the ZaZa
  Are you dumb? You aint spin a block, you a damn lie
  Suck a dick, you aint kill shit, you let your mans die
  Tell me you not feelin shit cause we was killin shit
  Member days when we was hittin shit, dont want to reminisce
  Look, lil shawty got the body-ody, ody-ody
  Slimy mouth, she gave mе sloppy-toppy in the Maserati
  Are you dumb? Whеre couldnt I come?
  Are you dumb? When you see me, you better run
  You got your gun? They caught that nigga lackin like a bitch
  They killed your cousin and your man and you still aint do shit
  And we still screamin out Gang, gang, gang, look
  Free the guys in the chain-gang-gang
  Finna go insane, let it bang, bang, bang
  Ima up this chopper, get out my way
  Get out my way Im comin through, boom
  Go get your fans up, he in the dirt, go pick your mans up
  Dummy, like fuck a booth, go get a strap, look
  Its funny, your man is never comin back
  Boy, you dumb enough, dumb or what?
  Aint no fightin, boy, that gun is up, go try runnin up
  She keep sendin me emoji, how she tryna fuck or what?
  Girl, Im good, already fucked enough, but you could suck me up
  And we still screamin out Gang, gang, gang, look
  Free the guys in the chain-gang-gang
  Finna go insane, let it bang, bang, bang
  Ima up this chopper, get out my way