text: Okay, lets go, nigga
  Wait a minute, who are you? 
  I make it jump like, like crack in the 80s
  Baby, these bitch ass niggas aint crazy
  Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby
  And Ill make my bitch talk to me when we fuckin 
  Big rocks on my wrist, I bust it 
  Big Glock on my hip, Im clutchin 
  Get lost on a bitch, aint nothin
  She say I look good, bitch, I been doin pushups
  Play with Baby and Top, nigga, good luck
  My lil daughter two, but got six figures put up
  Knock his head off his neck fore he look up
  Ten toes in they chest for a check, bitch, I stood up 
  I stood up on they neck for a check 
  Now my head get em stressed, Im a vet
  I get 300K for a show, bitch, Im blessed
  Go to trippin and buckin, them hoes get down
  I spray it, I dont go no handles 
  We be pullin up back to back, play, we gon handle that
  Ima walk in with Three and Montana
  Go to buckin, wont wait for to touch him
  He start it, you know he gon get his shit canceled 
  Put that stick to your face, screamin out 4KTrey
  From the north of Baton Rouge to Atlanta
  Talk out his top, put them bands on him, bitch 
  I be runnin my city, the police dont like it
  They know we be steppin on shit 
  Put that blick on your brother, you feelin some way
  Make him hot, tell him dig up the bitch 
  Shoot two hundred, bet one, how you livin, lil nigga?
  You know I be havin this shit 
  Paranoid every day, I be feelin some way
  When you bring up the static and shit
  Switch the channel, we fixin that static 
  Give a nigga a clip, he can have it
  Get to hittin so quick, they think its automatic 
  Nigga gon try to hide in the house
  Get his ass to come out, hit his bitch ass in traffic 
  Made a song in ten minutes, went platinum
  Know we still with the shits, send a hit, we get active 
  Mention YB and Baby, the game in the padlock 
  My lil bitch got that ass with no waist, pretty face
  A six-pack, niggas think she got ass shots
  I hit her from the back til we pass out 
  I Kurt Angle that ho, put her leg in the air, ankle lock
  Hold that bitch til she tap out 
  Be one deep on your street with that strap out 
  Fuck a rapper, lets see what that rack bout
  Got a brand new pistol, nigga
  I make it jump like, like crack in the 80s
  Baby, these bitch ass niggas aint crazy
  Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby
  And Ill make my bitch talk to me when we fuckin 
  Big rocks on my wrist, I bust it 
  Big Glock on my hip, Im clutchin 
  Get lost on a bitch, aint nothin
  Mic check, one-two, check one, stretch two
  When it come to murder, you know how we do
  When I walk in this bitch, keep your hands to yourself
  It go down, shoot it up, spin again in a coupe 
  When you come to my house, you see everything new
  You probablyll find a strap in every room
  I went bought me a Rollie on top of this Patek
  But, bitch, it aint on, Ima jump out with two
  Shorty say she on me, yeah
  We be on her ass soon as I walk in the room
  Nigga dont know me, yeah, we be on his ass
  Stalk him all through the day to the moon
  Street nigga, I dont never pick and choose
  I be totin on somethin make all them bitch niggas move 
  Soon as we run down, we gon dirt him
  You know it aint certain, we never be leavin no clues, nigga
  Hold on, Im Lil Top, nigga, believe that
  I make it jump like, like crack in the 80s
  Baby, these bitch ass niggas aint crazy
  Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby
  And Ill make my bitch talk to me when we fuckin 
  Big rocks on my wrist, I bust it 
  Big Glock on my hip, Im clutchin 
  Get lost on a bitch, aint nothin
  I make it jump like Im Giannis 
  Tryna see how it feel from behind her 
  Know that lil bitch aint shit, dont deserve to suck dick
  Make that bitch give me head with a condom 
  Wanna gamble and crap out, lets get it
  We put racks on his motherfuckin cap like a fitted 
  Baby pull up 2020, hop out like its nothin
  That lil nigga stuntin, he shittin 
  I get high by myself in the skybox 
  I came out the house, two F&Ns for the day 
  Why you bring em both out? Nigga, why not? 
  Let em go like a pro, let em try now 
  I cant go like a ho, Ima bond out 
  Send my bro, up the score, let em find out 
  Pick my boo up from school and we sign out 
  Any ho that get rude gettin timeout, talk to em, nigga
  I make it jump like, like crack in the 80s
  Baby, these bitch ass niggas aint crazy
  Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby
  And Ill make my bitch talk to me when we fuckin 
  Big rocks on my wrist, I bust it 
  Big Glock on my hip, Im clutchin 
  Get lost on a bitch, aint nothin, bitch
  Blame it on Baby, nigga, yeah
  Blame it on motherfuckin Baby, nigga, blame it on Baby, nigga
  Blame it on Baby
  Yeah, lets go