| Fuck it, let’s do it |
| Uh, uh, uh |
| Now, hold on |
| Baow, hold on |
| Look, light that dope Bobo |
| I’m here with Herm, nigga, yeah |
| (Say, Hit, this that raw shit, yeah) |
| Baow, baow, man |
| Yeah, nigga |
| Look, huh |
| Bitch, I’m in here with my Bobo |
| .45 hold thirty, diamonds from my head to toes |
| Yeah, bitch, you already know I’m out my fuckin' mind |
| In the streets we get you bitch sittin' at the jail |
| But get you hit, you pussy niggas don’t exist, you best respect my mind |
| You know Herm with that shit, he keep a stick to get you hit |
| I’m right behind, he get back up, watch how I walk him down |
| Threw that boy a .30, Bobo |
| I’ma do him cool |
| Just tell me when you caught that lil' bitch, I just wan' watch the news |
| Watch the news, pussy boys got blues, they can’t fuck with us |
| It ain’t no clues, tape him by my shoes, ain’t no catchin' us (Baow) |
| I could tell you how I fucked him up (Baow) |
| I could tell you how I sprayed the truck (Baow-baow) |
| I could tell you how that chopper got one drinkin' out a straw |
| Under that B frontin' your boy, now he owe me one |
| And I’ma show you somethin' |
| I catch a opp, OP, I make him bleed, that’s how we bomin' |
| One .223, I catch him bad and kill him front his mama |
| Bro, can you please tell these people they don’t want no fuckin' problems? |
| Baow-baow, huh, huh |
| Nigga, look |
| Bitch, I’m in here with my Bobo |
| What we on in here? Bitch, we in here on that Paw-Paw |
| Bitch, yeah huh, huh, look |
| You niggas pussy and don’t want no problems |
| I keep that chopper at you, I’ll pop it, uh-huh |
| I be thuggin', YoungBoy, I be wildin' (Ooh) |
| I’m out my body, make me pop you in your noggin, look (Ooh) |
| Shit, bitch, let the Glock choose |
| It’s me or you, whoever die, first one put them tears inside your body eye |
| North, I know you heard about that side |
| Pussy boy spin you 'round, you won’t make it out |
| Dump shit, bitch |
| I’m gangster, nigga |
| Bobo, you already know I’m out my body |
| The bitch don’t wanna fuck with us, man |
| You don’t cut up like me |
| Ol' bitch, you know—, bitch, you know who, shit that grab the shovel |
| I’ma show you |
| I’m fifteen bodies up, tell 'em fuck with us |
| Nigga, get your head bust, I’m tryna cut you up |
| Got a knife on top that chopper and it’ll slice ya up |
| Pussy, he don’t want no problem, don’t wan' do nothin' with us |
| Baow-baow, bitch, I be Bobo |
| Baow-baow, bitch, I be Bobo |
| Baow-baow, bitch, that’s my Bobo |
| And I could tell you how he laid 'bout five down with that pole |