Fullest

[Intro]

Brr

Aight, uh, aight

Brr, brr

Brr (SlickDa3rd, let's go crazy)

Aight

[Chorus]

We clap shit up, go ask the bity

Talkin' 'bout hats, we got up plently

Got good aim, no need for switchy (Brr)

Run, we chase, gon' overget him

Jump his gate, I need his pistol

He had died, early dismissal

Sayin' my name, I bet we get you

We crossed him out, ridin' with the stencil

Shh got shot all in his temple

Can't run or hide 'cause we gon' get you

Them .40s went right through his tissue

We wiped his nose just like some tissue

Yeah, I did somethin' you niggas couldn't

Bail out quick, I'm throwin' bullets

You run or hide, you probably shouldn't

Upgraded my chop to the fullest (Brr)

[Verse]

With four YNs, they swing them doors and everybody take off runnin'

The 22 came with a fully auto button and this bitch jumpin'

Dissin' us, that's cool and all, but we gon' catch you and bust your pumpkin

You can't troll us on the 'net no more 'cause your ass ain't did nothin'

And, yes, I'm frontline on my block with a big-ass Glock

I don't wanna talk or fight, you run up on me, you gettin' shot (Bah, bah, bah)

Brr, brr, his body drop, and fuck the state, we treatin' the cops

And his lil' bitch my favorite bop, she fell in love, can't cuff no thot (No thot)

And we still swing our door or hang up out the window to get that face

We caught him in a alley, ain't no need to wait, hop out and spray

And I'm in love with clappin', shoot his dumb ass up, then eat his brain

They say my name in every song, these little-ass boys, they must be lames

And they gon' at me on Instagram just for some clout or for some fame

I caught my first hat, I wouldn't blink, 7.62s out the Drac'

We wiped his nose, don't care what he think, his ass a goofy, ain't got no rank

He asked me, "Is she fuckin'?" I looked at his ass and told him, what he think?

[Chorus]

We clap shit up, go ask the bity (Brr, brr, brr)

Talkin' 'bout hats, we got up plently

Got good aim, no need for switchy (No bap)

Run, we chase, gon' overget him

Jump his gate, I need his pistol

He had died, early dismissal

Sayin' my name, I bet we get you

We crossed him out, ridin' with the stencil

Shh got shot all in his temple

Can't run or hide 'cause we gon' get you

Them .40s went right through his tissue

We wiped his nose just like some tissue

Yeah, I did somethin' you niggas couldn't

Bail out quick, I'm throwin' bullets

You run or hide, you probably shouldn't

Upgraded my chop to the fullest (Brr)

[Outro]

9 block, Maryland shit, nigga

BH4L, nigga, you know how the fuck we comin'