Boom, boom, uh
(Ayo, Ray, where the keys at?)

You can hear that hot sh*t, we really pop sh*t
When we drop sh*t, you copped it, we really drop sh*t
Who got the keys to the locksmith? I'm finna flock sh*t
Y'all be all up on my d**k like this gon' make y'all profit, look
Hit his mata-ta, that sh*t go bananas, na-na, na-na-na
I don't beef with Gerbers, he a baby, goo-goo, ga-ga-ga
Grra-ta-ta, .40 hit him, make him do the cha-cha-cha
Nah, nah, nah, I don't want the block, I want the ZaZa
Are you dumb? You ain't spin a block, you a damn lie
Suck a dick, you ain't kill sh*t, you let your mans die
Tell me you not feelin' sh*t 'cause we was killin' sh*t
'Member days when we was hittin' sh*t, don't want to reminisce
Look, lil' shawty got the body-ody, ody-ody
Slimy mouth, she gave me sloppy-toppy in the Maserati
Are you dumb? Where couldn't I come?
Are you dumb? When you see me, you better run
You got your gun? They caught that nigga lackin' like a bitch
They killed your cousin and your man and you still ain't do sh*t

And we still screamin' out "Gang, gang, gang," look
Free the guys in the chain-gang-gang
Finna go insane, let it bang, bang, bang
I'ma up this chopper, get out my way

Get out my way I'm comin' through, boom
Go get your fans up, he in the dirt, go pick your mans up
Dummy, like f**k a booth, go get a strap, look
It's funny, your man is never comin' back
Boy, you dumb enough, dumb or what?
Ain't no fightin', boy, that gun is up, go try runnin' up
She keep sendin' me emoji, how she tryna f**k or what?
Girl, I'm good, already f**ked enough, but you could suck me up

And we still screamin' out "Gang, gang, gang," look
Free the guys in the chain-gang-gang
Finna go insane, let it bang, bang, bang
I'ma up this chopper, get out my way