[Verse 1: 6ix9ine] Bitch, I’m oppy, bitch, oh, yeah, I’m oppy, bitch Casamigos bottles rock you, bitch, we ’bout to flock up shit Tra-la-la-la-la-la, flock your shit, we finna flock your shit Niggas want me, I’ma pop my shit with splitty swap the sticks (Wait, hold on) Wait, what? Whatchu you wanna do, like what? Who you gon’ shoot, like what?
That boy a bluff, I be outside, like what? Y’all niggas really not tough, I still ain’t get touched And I still ain’t get touched You lookin’ for your mans, like what? Stop lookin’ for your mans, he butt ‘Cause we rise up, you really [?] [?] back, niggas got guns so we ’boutta clap Niggas [?] make us laugh, you know I don’t cap We love to clap, he got shot, he ain’t get back
Slime gon’ take what we will jack, we not Apple, we got MACs I don’t know you, please get back, get back, get back, get back, get back Stop, stop, dummy boy better have his knockers Twenty chops when we hit his blocka Spin, spin, we spin like choppas [?] soft, he don’t want no drama When he saw me, he ain’t do nada Silly nigga, make him cha-cha cha-cha Turn his noodles into pasta-past
[Chorus: ?] I ain’t no fighter, speaker, niggas came…
[Verse 2: 6ix9ine] … Them still runnin’ my city, young nigga way too litty Niggas wanna talk that talk, better walk that walk When you see me, tell ’em get up with me Like, till her pussy is wet, he got hit and he got hit Nobody never did shit, I ain’t worried ’bout you Nigga, suck my dick