IIGHT CMON

(Hit 'em with another one)

Hell nah, boy

We ain't doin' no punchin'

We ain't doin' no clockin' (how do you?)

Right, yeah, yeah, uh, uh (hm-mm)

I don't give a fuck, and I told 'em I didn't (don't give a fuck)

Losing too many, on Zoey, I'm itching (I'm itching)

Tryna buy time, this shit be ticking (be ticking)

Wanna be mine, then a bitch gotta listen (bitch gotta listen)

Only thing these **** value is money (is money)

Only thing they understand is murder (boom!)

I'm 30 deep, bitch, I be done hurt 'em

Jump out and pop his ass like a kernel

But I wake up every day thinking 'bout pape'

**** better stay out my way, on Eight (on Eight)

Shit be conditional, love be fake (love be fake)

Staying or going? Say I'ma be straight (I'ma be straight)

See, I got it figured out, ****, snakes-ass ****

Bitch-ass **** (bitch-ass ****)

See it in your chest, you can spit it out, **** (spit it out, ****)

Never need a man, I be lit without **** (lit without)

Bitch-ass **** (bitch-ass ****)

Asking me shit like, "What did I do?" (What did I-)

Fuck is you talking to? Blood, you ain't knew (ain't knew)

Right out the blue, AK went up two (AK went up two)

How I really do business, that shit wasn't a fluke

But what did you do? Tell me what you did

Shit get wicked, lil' bruh, how you live?

Murdering murderers, that's on my kids

You better love me

Tried to leave a **** stretched out in the city

Me and lil' Trigg, money tell 'em it was litty

32 shots out the chop', they was shitty

Nah, I was shitty, I ain't get 'em, but I hit 'em

Young street punk, you a kid, ****

Better go and ask your daddy what I did, ****

Better ask why they moved out that crib, ****

I don't play, I'll pull up at your-, huh

Fuck about no BH, bitch on T8

Fuck if he was 13, hit him with a .38

I don't know if lil' foenem ducking, but we ain't

Since you wanna speak on his name, you can meet Eight

Think I ain't see you lil' **** trailing me?

Ten milli' on me, I been looking for a DA

Free Savage, free Kemo and BA

I'm locked in with all of the murderers

I know **** hating, why the fuck you gotta lie, though?

Shitty, we ain't do it, but I'm happy he gelato

I up a Glock right in his face, ****, bingo!

I don't know what **** on, on that car, though

Ducked in the V, three Glees and a K

Riding through this bitch, more smoke than a vape

Put a **** face on his head, this Bape

Y'all pick, somebody getting eight for Eight

I got you, you (you better love me), you

You (you better love me), you

I got you (you better love), you

You (I'm locked in with all of the murderers)

I got you, you (you better love me), you

You, you (you better love me)

I got you (yeah)

I got you, bitch-ass **** (I'm locked in with all of the murderers)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, a'ight, come on