Bruh, these niggas act like bitches, but that shit ain’t nothin’ new No COVID-19, but yvngxchris got the flu When that boy seen the Glock, he ain’t know what to do And this hoe not my bitch, why she callin’ me boo? I’ma call up the gang, I’ma call up the troops I’ma beat from the back and I’m smackin’ her glutes She gon’ eat on the dick like she playin’ the flute Yeah, bitch oh my gosh I got the Glock and that bitch go in stocks Slimin’ that nigga, put that boy on Fox I stay with the Glocky, nigga I don’t box You niggas be bitches, always ridin’ cocks Not Minecraft, but yvngxchris-o on your block That bitch ass nigga went broke like Joc Ol’ bitch ass boy, you a hoe, on God (On God)
Call up the gang, you knowin’ what we do I call up Chris, we hangin’ at the stu’ You talkin’ now, you end up on the news And she a hoe, she fuckin’ on the crew We got the clips, we empty out the room (Yeah, yeah) My guy hit his Crip, man, I got the blues (Uh-huh) Off of the gas, bitch, I’m on the moon You talkin’ down, man, you meet your doom
(Yeah, yeah) Yeah, I’ma get rich, on God (Yeah, yeah) Fuckin’ on a bitch, on God Bet I pull up with a stick, on God (Yeah, yeah, fah, fah, fah, fah, blick)