Coolin' in the cut with the shooters
Young nigga playin' with a Ruger
Pullin' up in a new Barracuda
(Coolin' in the cut with my shooters) bah
Yeah, I just fucked your bitch in a Ruger
Yeah, lied to that bitch on the bible
My loyalty only to the riders
In the streets I'm survivin'
(Boolin' in the cut with my shooters) grrt, bah-bah-bah
Thirty clip hangin' out the Ruger (brrt)
And I got a clique full of shooters (brrt)
And I'm in your dreams, Freddy Krueger (bah)
Fuckin' with my niggas, bet they do ya

Coolin' in the cut with my shooters (cut with my shooters)
Thirty clip hangin' out the Ruger (right out my Ruger)
And I'm in yo' dreams, Freddy Krueger (slimes on your ave)
Don't fuck with me, my young niggas'll do ya (know that they gon' do ya)
My young niggas'll do ya (do ya, do ya, do ya)
My young niggas'll do ya (do ya, do ya, do ya)
She on her knees and she screamin', "Hallelujah!" (She screamin')
She on her knees and she screamin', "Hallelujah!"

I been boolin' in the cut with my shootas, oh, yeah
On codeine, I'm rollin', fuck them niggas don't send condolence
Lil' one made him kill his moms, nigga done died inside his arms
Fentanyl inside his lungs, got green tips inside the drum
Seen junkies shootin' up a needle in the cut when I was young
Had a tool on me no harm, I just knew to get me a drum
Popped one, can't move my arms
Ran my bands up, copped a foreign
I got the bando jumpin' like Jordan
I do them random bitches for fun
I'm smokin' loud these days by the farm
I'm outlandish, swimmin' with the sharks
Solitaires gon' light up in the dark
I keep the ether on me like NAS
Gettin' that figures they tryna compare me to Jigga
I got a silencer, solve all the problems
Move like a killer (woo)

Coolin' in the cut with my shooters (cut with my shooters)
Thirty clip hangin' out the Ruger (right out my Ruger)
And I'm in yo' dreams, Freddy Krueger (slimes on your ave)
Don't fuck with me, my young niggas'll do ya (know that they gon' do ya)
My young niggas'll do ya (do ya, do ya, do ya)
My young niggas'll do ya (do ya, do ya, do ya)
She on her knees and she screamin', "Hallelujah!" (She screamin')
She on her knees and she screamin', "Hallelujah!"

Ayy, hold the fuck up, man
Ayy, hold up, man
stop the beat real quick, hold up

Free my nigga D, he caught a body (slatt, slatt) (D caught a body)
Bitch, I'm booted in the cut like I'm Scotty
Free my nigga, free my nigga, yeah, he due (he due)
And I got a mystery like, ooh (like, ooh)
In a van, with a stick, with my dog, Scooby-Doo (ooh)
And that bitch gon' slurp that dick just like a flurry (a flurry)
And my diamonds VVS, they ain't blurry (water)
Heard you signed a deal with the white man
And they sayin' that you're Illuminati (no)
Boy, don't listen to them fuckin' critics
They gon' make me and Grizzley catch a body
I just be rollin', I be sober (sober)
My mama's house got put inside foreblosure (blatt)
I'm a blood so you know that means foreclosure (suwoop)
Don't fuck with us, them Detroit niggas slump you over (they'll slump you over)
That pussy mushy, gushy, nasty like some yogurt (just like some yogurt)
I up the Glock and leave your ass lookin' like you did yoga (oh)
I don't want no pressure, hell no, my slime gon' slump you over (slatt, yeah, slump you over)
Where we at, we eatin' lovely (lovely)
Fuck your bitch from the back and hit my dougie (yeah, yeah)
I am not your boyfriend, bitch, you just my buddy (just my buddy, bitch)
And a nigga no Blac Youngsta but I'm tryna Kid Kid Cudi (Cudi)

Coolin' in the cut with my shooters (cut with my shooters)
Thirty clip hangin' out the Ruger (right out my Ruger)
And I'm in yo' dreams, Freddy Krueger (slimes on your ave)
Don't fuck with me, my young niggas'll do ya (know that they gon' do ya)
My young niggas'll do ya (do ya, do ya, do ya)
My young niggas'll do ya (do ya, do ya, do ya)
She on her knees and she screamin', "Hallelujah!" (She screamin')
She on her knees and she screamin', "Hallelujah!"

Posted in the alley with that Draco (brrat)
We comfortable in places niggas can't go (pull up)
Touch my nigga, Melly, let that thang go (baow, baow)
These rap niggas pussy, where your chain go?
The spots in Detroit, I supply them (dope)
I'm talkin' loud we gon' by him (come here)
Can't cook but I'm gon' fry him (bitch)
My advice, don't stand by him (he through)
Fifty round chopper, clip big on the K
Niggas talk crazy on the 'Gram every day
See the stick to me like I got a kid on the way
Fuck that, see if he can talk shit from the grave
Don't come over here tryna flex (don't do it)
You gon' get all that shit took (gimme that)
Used to get sauce from the west (dope)
Shoot it to the east, get it cooked (hard)
Monday through Friday I'm booked (facts)
Ninety on the skelly, how it look? (Bling)
Still pull a kick door quick
Drop everybody in the house, John Wick (baow)

Copyright: Exploration Group LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Jamell Maurice Demons, Nayvadius Wilburn, Terry Sanchez Wallace