[Intro](My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)Hmm[Chorus]Ayy, uh, freaky bitch, you is just thatUnless I say otherwise, get the fuck back, huhCall of Duty, real life on the Rust mapHit him from an angle, guaranteed he can't bust back, huhIt's a fact you dyin' first if I up strapIf he a number one seed, this an upsetThem niggas can't fuck with gang, I must sayIn high school, be done hit you with a lunch tray[Verse]On the Eastside off drank, not D'USSÉLookin' for a lil' hoodrat Beyoncé, huhCatch an opp, leave him with the 'bout-to-drop faceLast sight he see is my face with the chop Drac'Hmm, cook a nigga quick like an hotplateSkuba Manchester if you hop my gateI ain't your man, freaky bitch, get out my face, huhPussy ain't fat enough, you ain't my tasteAnd your baby daddy a pussy nigga, I be done killed himAll them bullets scatter, they ra-ta-ta-ta up out the pistolCatch a nigga lackin', if he survive, I'ma pistol-whip him'Cause I'm an unsatisfied criminal individualGot a four-five on my side, flip him with a nickel, huhSed shot that nigga 'cause I forgot to dribbleZay pass that bitch, huh, I'ma green lightMmm, mmm, MAC thing, ah, got that bitch from Skilla, uhYeah, I got the moment, yeah, I got the guala, huhGet to beatin' my chest, my wolves get to hollerin', huhKnow I really get the cream, leave them niggas sour, huhPour some drank up in my glass, give them boys an hour, huhPut them hitters on your ass, uh, uh, huhTurn 'em to a ghost, know I got that powerAnd I got a tommy gun, this bitch move mountainsShoot niggas in they shit, we don't shoot no cloudsWe don't shoot for clout, huhFreeze tag with that bitch, you froze, you outPlayin' both sides of that bitch, I'll close you outYou ain't gettin' off no shots, it's over, shut down whenever you bome to my townKnow them niggas huntin' you, you know they bome for you, huhKnow them niggas bomin' for you, boy, them guns for you, huhAnd niggas tryna bump into you, ain't gon' run from you, hmmDon't worry 'bout it, boy, that's what I'm tellin' youHuh, pull a hammer on that nigga, put a nail in youExtra dick same size as turtle, put a shell in you, huhI'll make a nigga wish they oh wellin' you, huhKeep fishin', get swung on, whale on youI'll leave you hung like you Sonic, got Tails on youAct like you blind to the facts, go Braille on you, huhNo opp left behind, can't fail on you, huhPut some money on your head like it fell on you, uhOff syrup and off nay, ho, same timeGold gun, one shot, Skuba James BondSeven bitches tatted me on they waistlineTen more went and got the same kindType of choppers we got like to change minds, huhMy chop drop opps, never change mine, huhBitch'll throw a nigga up like a gang signThis bitch'll throw a nigga up like you drunk as hellThis bitch'll leave him on the yard like he up for sale, huhLeave him sleepin' behind bars 'fore I buy him his cell, huhLeave him sleep off them bars, don't fuck with them pillsIf it's up, then it's realYou gon' up and get killedI know you see my niggas 'nem turnin' up in the fieldI know you see my niggas havin' all this get-back, hmmSee us pressin', better not get pressedIf you don't get stretched, then I ain't impressed, duh[Chorus]Freaky bitch, you is just thatUnless I say otherwise, get the fuck back, huhCall of Duty, real life on the Rust mapHit him from an angle, guaranteed he can't bust back, huhIt's a fact you dyin' first if I up strapIf he a number one seed, this an upsetThem niggas can't fuck with gang, I must sayIn high school, be done hit you with a lunch tray[Outro](My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
