Niggas talk like radio but they don't want no static
Fah, fah, sound out this automatic
G-Gas icy, that shit lookin' like this Patek
You get a text about my ho then you can have it
Kick up in yo' crib, that shit you flexin' I'ma grab it
I like my women classy, on they business, fuck a ratchet
When that bullet hit that nigga face, that shit was so tragic
He ain't proceed with caution so I caught his ass in traffic
Fah, fah, fah, now they say his name in past-tense
And he got a ceremony talkin' all about his passions
Bitch, it's gang way or no way, I ain't diplomatic
And we catchin' opposition like a nigga played in Madden
H-How yo' name Santana but in my book you a fluke
And we don't ride with hammers when we say we got them tools
Niggas hot, ninety degrees but they money bе acute
Niggas cappin' up, this ch-ch-choppa put him on the news
I got gang tiеs, white shoes, red lace
Fuck 12, free Juggy, free [?] out the cage
This Desert Eagle by my side, it make you disintegrate
He talkin' brazy on the 'net
But won't say that shit face to face
Broad day, bare face, Fox 5
Don't post me on yo' Insta' when we fuckin' 'cause you not mine
Hottest project of this year, none of y'all can top mine
And I'm totin' on this Drac', my VV blingin' like my hotline
Niggas talk like radio but they don't want no static
Fah, fah, sound out this automatic
G-Gas icy, that shit lookin' like this Patek
You get a text about my ho then you can have it
Kick up in yo' crib, that shit you flexin' I'ma grab it
I like my women classy, on they business, fuck a ratchet
When that bullet hit that nigga face, that shit was so tragic
He ain't proceed with caution so I caught his ass in traffic