[Intro]

(Mobleyyy)

(Damn, damn)

(Run that back)

Uh, uh

[Verse 1]

Cracker got an AR like he shootin' schools up

Yellow wide-body Hellcat look like a school bus

Dove up in that water, huh, I ain't had no scuba

Glock on my lap, up and blow like a tuba

You just a hatin' bitch, I don't give two fucks

You just like to talk a lot, you ain't finna do nothin'

They just like to pocket watch, so I got some zippers for 'em

I got P's and zippers for 'em

What they need? I get it for 'em

Dope loud, it's annoyin', bitch, you can't ignore it

On that porch right 'til early mornin', tryna get it off

We get cheese like asiago, pockets, they on double portion

Bitch, I'm poppin' like some bubbles blowin'

Uh, yeah, huh, huh

Cuh said he ready, I'm already goin'

Huh, Glock got a red dick like a dog do (Yeah)

Huh, she don't play with 19, she might just dog you (She might just dog you)

Huh, Lamb' white like ice cream, seats look like fondue (They look like fondue)

Your bitch say she like me, I'm high as a kite be

Need some bad lil' red shit, somethin' like a Hi-C (Somethin' like a Hi-C)

Bitch, I'm right with 23, feelin' somethin' like Mike be (Somethin' like Mike be)

Chopper talk that Bow Wow, feelin' somethin' like Mike be (Somethin' like Mike be)

F— mm, yeah, uh, uh, somethin' (Somethin' like Mike be)

Somethin' like LeBron with the Cavs, made a light C (Uh-huh)

I'm already white, ho, I don't need no white bitch (Uh-huh)

I'm already white, bitch, I don't need no white ho

We got brown, tan, purp', green, teal, and white dope

We got dog food, syrup, gas, yeah, booger sugar

Drew down with a black ski, now that boy a could've, should've

[Interlude]

Uh, drew down with that, huh, yeah, that black ski, he a could've, should've

You feel me? Druski? Could've? Yeah

You catch my drift? Yeah, uh, huh, huh

[Verse 2]

Get me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody

Huh, Draco, it's a fully, we draw down like we some bullies

I've been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie

I've been in that field, I'm the boss man (Yeah)

Huh, shoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth, now you can't talk again (Huh)

5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again

All they finna say, hmm, "Shouldn't have spoke on him"

Huh, speak on 2 or 3 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end

I stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin'

I pulled up with this .223 and hit your— (Yeah, uh)

[Outro]

Huh, huh, yeah, huh

One take, bitch

That's on the whole L

Free 3, free Steve, on God, bitch

Man, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh

Fft, yeah

(Mobleyyy)