| Bitch it’s still ACAB, I ain’t fuckin' with the Five-O |
| Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed |
| Who this, who that, you be foldin' like a Bible |
| New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival |
| Bitch it’s still ACAB, I ain’t fuckin' with the Five-O |
| Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed |
| Who this, who that, you be foldin' like a Bible |
| New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival |
| This a big pistol on me, pull the trigger, watch 'em scream |
| Y’all ain’t really wanna talk, just see these diamonds on my teeth |
| I got full clip, thirty shots, watch it dunk |
| I’ma head shooter, knock yo top off |
| My oxys like my shooters, they really slaughter shit |
| I can’t see no opp in public, they just hide and bitch |
| My migo love me in the trap, I made a sales pitch |
| Fishscale, stepped on, watch a mans glitch |
| Fifty on the Rollie, that’s a bust down |
| I can’t keep on floodin' out 'cause I’m too scared to drown |
| I’ma dog, I’ma dog, no Georgetown |
| He like an umpire, finna catch rounds |
| Bitch it’s still ACAB, I ain’t fuckin' with the Five-O |
| Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed |
| Who this, who that, you be foldin' like a Bible |
| New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival |
| Bitch it’s still ACAB, I ain’t fuckin' with the Five-O |
| Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed |
| Who this, who that, you be foldin' like a Bible |
| New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival |
| Hit the strip, new clip, keep it on me 'case they pressin' |
| This an XD .40, I don’t play with Smith &Wessons |
| Long range, broad day, it don’t matter, watch me stretch him |
| Yeah I’m still tootin' out, why they try to make me felon? |
| I got love for my gang, ain’t no way that I could tell 'em |
| Bitch it’s death before dishonor, since a jit what I be reppin' |
| Big steppin' in Adidas, yeah I put the Gucci down |
| Got twenty, thirty pairs, only wear 'em in the house |
| She can never be the one, can’t turn a hoe into a spouse |
| Ah shit, spilled a pint of lean up on my brand new couch |
| She can never be the one, can’t turn a hoe into a spouse |
| Ah shit, spilled a pint of lean up on my brand new couch |
| Bitch it’s still ACAB, I ain’t fuckin' with the Five-O |
| Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed |
| Who this, who that, you be foldin' like a Bible |
| New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival |
| Bitch it’s still ACAB, I ain’t fuckin' with the Five-O |
| Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed |
| Who this, who that, you be foldin' like a Bible |
| New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival |