Unfortunate

[Chorus]
I gotta start on the jump, why? 'Cause these niggas span too short
Ayy, pull out the fire, get him popped like a bottle, buddy, don't lose your cork (Hey, where's Rolo?, grr)
Choppa go fah-fah, shut down the pow-wow, heat that bitch up like a torch (Olly)
Yeah, your life on the line, don't make any calls, I promise we pulling the cord
Armed with a hammer, I'm feeling like Thor (Whack), don't think about drawing that sword
You all on the media, tryna be seen again, nigga, that shit getting boring
Ayy, been doing the dash, I'm moving too fast, one foot on the gas and I'm flooring it
Yeah, I get the bag, you going out bad, I'm sorry, that's very unfortunate (Uh, yeah)

[Verse]
Run shit down like a QB option
Stop comparing mе to lames, I don't fit in that topic
Hit him with seven and doublе it, shoot like a Maverick, make him stepback, no Dončić
Hit him up dead in the noggin, wasn't using what's inside it, lacking in logic
Ayy, and just for the record, you talking about pressure, you niggas ain't never applied it
Pop out on the scene, I'm standing on business, now watch how they go back in hiding
If this shit was a sport, they’ll probably go pro, for all of that dick they be riding
They gon' hate to admit it, I'm pointing it out 'cause these niggas quick to be siding
He got the tension, let's match that, uh
Put back his cap like a piece on a snapback
Quick to flash out like a picture for Snapchat
Matte black G19 make him back-back
Pancake, turned the bitch boy to a flapjack
Fah-fah, nigga better duck, no Aflac
Talk down, get the walk down, he a hashtag
Bad bitch with a fat ass, gotta clap that
He under pressure, gon' fold like a futon
Get him crunched bout that green like a crouton
City on fire, got it hot like it's Tucson
I'm dropping bombs, let it rain, get him nuked on
Ain't shit you can do 'bout a nigga, I'm coming for necks, so they had him a noose on
Them niggas you hanging with not even hitters, you better go and recruit some

[Chorus]
I gotta start on the jump, why? 'Cause these niggas span too short
Ayy, pull out the fire, get him popped like a bottle, buddy, don't lose your cork (Grr)
Choppa go fah-fah, shut down the pow-wow, heat that bitch up like a torch
Yeah, your life on the line, don't make any calls, I promise we pulling the cord
Armed with a hammer, I'm feeling like Thor (Whack), don't think about drawing that sword
You all on the media, tryna be seen again, nigga, that shit getting boring
Ayy, been doing the dash, I'm moving too fast, one foot on the gas and I'm flooring it
Yeah, I get the bag, you going out bad, I'm sorry, that's very unfortunate (Grrah)