I'm, I'm, I'm Lil' Tekay, I don't think you want no action You want action, you get turned into passin' Your voice deep, well, let's get to subtractin' Smith and Wesson made my nine with some compassion Fuck, fuck, fuck a beat, I was tryna be the case But I ain't beat that case, bitch, I did the race Beat it up where I nut, shorty face Eli Blass crackin' foes like a vase Pop a nigga, then I go out my way Do the dash, then I go out the way Pop, pop, pop a nigga's shoes, rob a nigga laces We tryna see a hundred Benz in our face Fuck a beat, I was tryna be the face Put it in your mouth, I had taste Back end, nigga, that's a hundred K Four shows, nigga, I can buy a race My street cred platinum, ain't nothin' fake Put up to the slut, walk with a cake You a internet gangsta, I'm a ape Young Savage on 6E8 Hundred round drum hangin' off the drape Instagram live, got him killed broad day You can have the pussy, I want the face I ain't tryna cuff ya, I don't want no case Fuck, fuck, fuck a beat, I was tryna be the case But I ain't beat that case, bitch, I did the race Beat it up where I nut, shorty face Eli Blass, crackin' foes like a vase Pop a nigga, then I go out my way Do the dash, then I go out the way Pop, pop, pop a nigga's shoes, rob a nigga laces We tryna see a hundred Benz in our face Him gon' be eatin' good noodles every day Bitch, I'm drawin' doodles, 10K, paint the way Chopper, tell your duties, it's a fish filet I walk up to Moody, who gon' die today Shoot a fuckboy in his motherfuckin' face We could get up, but you don't wanna go that way Gotta go that way, you get robbed for your rackings Gotta go that way, boy, you not gon' be happy I-I-I tell 50s I'ma shoot her like I'm Pepe Bitch, try to rob me, make her dance, Michael Jackson We was partyin', y'all was tryna get the packin' Get the packin', you get robbed for a fraction Fuck, fuck, fuck a beat, I was tryna be the case But I ain't beat that case, bitch, I did the race Beat it up, we're all nuts, shorty face Eli Blass, crackin' foes like a vase We got the drama for you and your foes, damn Whole lotta guns, whole lotta chopper, whole lotta smoke for them A lot of motherfuckin' yellotape, you don't wanna smoke with them That's about me, young nigga from the streets, straight up P.D. Shoot a motherfucker straight in a fake clothes case, nigga, everybody mean his shit Nigga, I'm so gutted with it, I'm slammin', nigga, I get with it Shoot you with the sheets, nigga, I don't fuck you with the sheets Cause I tote that shit, nigga, that's some daily shit I'd pee the roller, nigga, if I got to Nigga, don't make me pull the sticker, I might chop you Nigga, pop them like some bitches Go across your head and, nigga, you ain't gon' need no stitches Fuck, fuck, fuck a beat, I was tryna be the case But I ain't beat that case, bitch, I did the race Beat it up, we're all nuts, shorty face Eli Blass, crackin' foes like a vase Pop a nigga, then I go out my way Do the dash, then I go out the way Pop, pop, pop a nigga's shoes, rob a nigga lace We tryna see a hundred Benz in our face