Mm

Mm, mm

Nigga, it's just me and Fxce right now, nigga

West Memphis to Flint, nigga

you know how we brackin', nigga

Uh, uh, Foxes Only, nigga

Uh, uh, you dig?

BD

It's the summer, we back on that timin' (Hundred degrees)

I can make a hit without rhymin' (Huh, it's easy)

ARP flashlight blind 'em (Frrt)

Ho phone number was on my binder

Trackhawk keep on whinin' (Vroom)

This bad bitch keep on whinin'

My son can't stop from whinin'

Money counter can't stop whinin' (Frrt)

Huh, huh, Hellcat can't stop cryin' (Cryin')

Chrome Heart, can't stop buyin' (I can't)

Old drank, can't go buy this (You can't)

She wanna give her love to me

but I just couldn't stop lyin' (My bad)

I don't pay for features, no buyin'

Two thick bitches, they look like tigers

Fxce, I wanna be just like you (What else? Yop)

I wanna drive in strikers (What else?)

Tеll them my smile, finna ice it (Icе)

I met BD at the cypher

but still'll step 'bout him like we for lifers (Know that)

I like thick and petite shit

she my type, she brown or lightskin

It's the summer, we back on that timin' (Hundred degrees)

I can make a hit without rhymin' (Huh, it's easy)

ARP flashlight blind 'em (Frrt)

Ho phone number was on my binder

Trackhawk keep on whinin' (Vroom)

This bad bitch keep on whinin'

My son can't stop from whinin'

Money counter can't stop whinin' (Frrt)

Uh-huh, I trap around the world with the shooters

Never sober, stay suited and booted

My life changed and I been turnin' down moolah

The less smoke, we have more opportunities

BD known for harboring a fugitive

I only fear the prosecutor

Fuck my old ho, my new shit cuter

Hoodie still on in the summer (Summer)

Don't press bro buttons, he got button (Box)

Had to skate on a nigga like Rylo (What else?)

I done slimed his ass out like Thugger (Brr)

Glock 9 shoot like butter (Bah)

Bitch so fine, can't trust her (Yeah)

Got too high and I ain't fuck, she lucky (Damn)

Two-tone ARP with the racks stuffed in the duffy

It's the summer, we back on that timin' (Hundred degrees)

I can make a hit without rhymin' (Huh, it's easy)

ARP flashlight blind 'em (Frrt)

Ho phone number was on my binder

Trackhawk keep on whinin' (Vroom)

This bad bitch keep on whinin'

My son can't stop from whinin'

Money counter can't stop whinin' (Frrt)

Yeah

Me and BD in this bitch, nigga

It's summertime still, nigga

don't get hit with that hot shit

You know?

You know?

Brr

Brratt, brratt, brratt