[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I got a .30, on that lil' phoney
Fuck with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target
Fuck all that talkin', we get to sparkin'
I got a .30, on that lil' phoney
Fuck with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target
Fuck all that talkin', we get to sparkin'
Light that lil' shit up
Fuck that lil' bitch up
Light your whole wrist up
Pull up and pick up
She eat the dick up
No gag, no hiccup
Bitch swallow them babies
I dare you to spit up

[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Got a .30 and stick and my Glock (My Glock)
Run up on me, you get popped
My niggas they jailin', they thuggin' on locks
Fuck Batman, I'm robbin', you punchin' the clock
I'm keepin' my heat, but I'm cold like the winter
Making plays on the block like a nigga a sinner
We killin' for real, you niggas pretenders
I pray to the lord because I'm a sinner
Brand new Drac', that's a brand new case
If a nigga move wrong, get hit in this bitch
Got a big .38, that's a first .48
If a nigga wanna play, then I'm ending his shit
I'ma send a hit and I'ma get him touched
Bitch I'm big bold, got the biggest nuts
I got two choppas, I'ma double up
Do a drive-by in the Bentley truck, yeah, yeah
Ayy, two phones on me, I'm trappin'
Get him whacked then I don't know what happened
If a nigga want beef, what's crackin'?
Pull up let a fuck nigga have it
Big Drac' knock a nigga out his panties
These fuck niggas can't even stand me
And if it's beef, I'ma handle it
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