text: Man, your bitch is a bird, when she get home, she like a cock or two
  Get up like me, the broke boys are pocket watching you
  They jocking you, they take your style, a homie rocking you
  They mad cause Im snapping, they crackling cause Im popping too 
  My pockets filled with the blue faces
  Back in middle school, I had to rock the blue Graces
  But I got my shit straight 
  Money up like Bruce Wayne, I aint gotta wear a cape
  I put this heater on your crew like the Knight Co
  My niggas light up your block like a lipo 
  I got a cousin, yeah, she with it, I dont fight hoes
  My choppa sexist, on my mom, I dont snipe hoes
  Just took a flick with your bitch and I might post
  A nigga feel like Danny Phantom cause I might ghost
  A nigga or a runny nose, shit, we wipe those
  This beat crazy and Im spitting, this shit might go
  Ayy, yeah, ayy 
  Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy 
  Keep on, uh, with the force, dont stop 
  Dont stop til you getting enough
  Keep on, uh, with the force, dont stop 
  If a nigga try me, know I got the Glock, uh
  Keep on, uh, with the force, dont stop
  If a nigga try me, know I got the Glock
  Keep on, uh, with the force, dont stop
  7.62s busting at your top
  Keep on, uh, with the force, dont stop
  If a nigga try me, know I got the Glock
  Keep on, uh, with the force, dont stop
  7.62s busting at your top
  Keep on, uh, with the force, dont stop
  If a nigga try me, know I got the Glock, uh
  Keep on, uh, with the force, dont stop
  7.62s busting at your top