(My nigga Deltah in them pots)
Uh (uh)
Uh (uh)
Steve Drive
Uh (uh)
Uh (uh)
Uh (uh)

I ain't with the beefin', come outside, bitch, and let it blow
Gang get to tweakin' when we ride, hop out, let it go
Shorty wanna fuck, I tell her, "Slide", make her drop it low
Say, "Why you got a extended in your mag?", 'cause what these bitches for?
I ain't with the beefin', come outside, bitch, and let it blow
Gang get to tweakin' when we ride, hop out, let it go
Shorty wanna fuck, I tell her, "Slide", make her drop it low
Say, "Why you got a extended in your mag?", 'cause what these bitches for?

Let's go,
My Balmains, they be hangin' low (Lil Uzi)
That .40 with a .30 on my side, fuck nigga, don't get smoked (baow)
These R&B ass niggas wasn't outside, what they singin' for? (At all)
Lil Uzi Vert, yes, I was right outside by the corner store (uh-uh)
Fuck the bitch, vámonos (bye bye), yeah
Told the bitch, "I gotta go" (gotta go), yeah
That's that give and go (let's go), woah
Pass that bitch to Memo, woah
She just wanna test my Rolls (woah, woah)
She just wanna feel my gold (ayy)
"Why the fuck your neck on froze?" (Woah, woah), yeah
'Cause I got the check, lil' ho (got the check), ayy
Light diamonds on my neck made her sneeze (let's go), yeah
I had to bless your ho, woah
I ain't never test that ho, man, she brung her friend, they bisexual (let's go), woah
Nigga talk shit then we shoot him, aim at his throat, he a vegetable (bye-bye), yeah
All my niggas on go, my niggas pull up, you know they come through, woah

I ain't with the beefin', come outside, bitch, and let it blow
Gang get to tweakin' when we ride, hop out, let it go
Shorty wanna fuck, I tell her, "Slide", make her drop it low
Say, "Why you got a extended in your mag?", 'cause what these bitches for?
I ain't with the beefin' (uh-uh), come outside, bitch, and let it blow (Steve Drive)
Gang get to tweakin' when we ride, hop out, let it go
Shorty wanna fuck, I tell her, "Slide", make her drop it low (baow, baow, baow)
Say, "Why you got a extended in your mag?", 'cause what these bitches for?

No I could not wife none of these whores (uh-uh), Dior out the store (bitch)
Better keep your pipe up on you boy, I'll have 'em at your door (bang, bang)
Better run for life, a roar applaud, clap you at that store (clap, clap, clap)
Uzi dropped that load, we known for slaughter, better cuff your daughter
And I ain't finna fight with a nigga over no bitch, keep your bitch in order
You better not bring no knife or no fist, got my switch on auto
Young niggas play for keeps, check your peeps, they know that's my motto
Fuck nigga get to tweakin' in this bitch, you can catch a hollow
Thot bitch eat the skeet, she a lil' freak, told the bitch to swallow
Fucked it off on guns, now I'm tryna buy my block like Ralo
Big stepper in this bitch, I just pulled up like I just hit the lotto

I ain't with the beefin', come outside, bitch, and let it blow
Gang get to tweakin' when we ride, hop out, let it go
Shorty wanna fuck, I tell her, "Slide", make her drop it low
Say, "Why you got a extended in your mag?", 'cause what these bitches for?
I ain't with the beefin', come outside, bitch, and let it blow
Gang get to tweakin' when we ride, hop out, let it go
Shorty wanna fuck, I tell her, "Slide", make her drop it low
Say, "Why you got a extended in your mag?", 'cause what these bitches for?

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Writer(s): Dayvon Daquan Bennett, Durk Banks, Symere Woods