Hello Know what nigga? We 'bout do, shit We 'bout to go to the bowling alley and shit man Where y'all at? Pull up ♪ Aye Finna meet some hoes at the bowling alley Chilling in the whip, getting high before we go in Then we see some opps walk out, let 'em walk to the whip We clutching, they can't even see us through the tint We ain't doing it on camera this time we finna follow 'em This shit on the flo', I'm finna let the Glock demolish 'em Talking to bro happy as hell like, "Yeah, we got 'em" They on the 'Gram like, "What happened to that nigga?" We shot him We tore that bitch up He was in a Ford, why that nigga tryna dodge us like a pickup Hit the nigga in the back, the passenger, the driver Kept on blowing at they as 'til they crashed out Hopped right on the E-way Then the hoes called me They like "Where y'all at?" Shit bro, caught a flat That nigga really caught a flat, we hit him in his head Y'all was just wit 'em at the bowling alley, now they dead So look, how y'all tryna play it If somebody ask y'all hoes what happened bet' not say it (what the fuck?) Then everybody got shook Bro text me like, "Fuck that bitch, look, that's the hook" Nigga fuck you telling me for? Put some pressure on your foot Do the dash in this bitch, we out nigga We got another whip to get in at the house Aye, somebody call them hoes back right quick