Peak
88
Weeks
1
Score
51
Chart Year
2022
(I got Hitman on the beat) (Havokondabeat, bitch) Big steppin' I ain't worried Yeah, man, they dyin' on the curb Yeah, they die, but I ain't worried, look Look, niggas cliquin' up like hoes, huh Pull up and I'm strapped down with a lot of poles You better have your flag if that's the gang you chose let's go, you better hit the gas and get your name unknown, bitch Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (pew, pew, fah, fah) Pull up at the right time, let the window down (grrah-rrah) You want bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't fuck with slime I leave that pain out, etch your name out, put your name online I said at least they put them bodies straight up in the dirt Young nigga live like kamikaze, might die to get you murked Check out my pants, check out my shirt What's tucked up in come with a burst If they up in, we come and search Next time we spin, you gon' get murked You scared to take your ass to church And can't no pastor stop no headshot Out the window with that red-dot, shooter sped off Knocked all that bitch head off I'm a murder man (pew, pew, baow, baow) No time for playin', this Glock come with a burst Bitch, try anything Nigga, this that Squid Game Bitch, I make 'em cop out When you catch him, let that six hang Bet he gon' get knocked off We gon' bang out, we gon' bang out, ain't no standin' down We let that stick off from the street while all your family 'round If you want beef, my brothers creep Fire from the Glock put you to sleep I'm in the Bayou, in the sea Big slimes for T, we wet your feet We bend your curb, bitch, play with me Bitch, they gon' bury you in a week You know where I be, fuck all them streams I love to hear the chopper speak Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (pew, pew, fah, fah) Pull up at the right time, let the window down (grrah-rrah) You want bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't fuck with slime I leave that pain out, etch your name out, put your name online I said at least they put them bodies straight up in the dirt Young nigga live like kamikaze, might die to get you murked Check out my pants, check out my shirt What's tucked up in come with a burst If they up in, we come and search Next time we spin, you gon' get murked In the hood I grew up, I was talkin' out the blood Strapped down in the truck, doped up, bitch Time to shoot up the scene, Glock .17, no lemon squeeze and no switch I'ma make you scream right off the bat, I up this Gat, so don't flinch Can't get this monkey off my back, I'm poppin' pills with dopin' Navigator with a TEC-9, fuck a hater, bitch, it's my time Been havin' thoughts on slangin' iron since my big brother Dave died Certified stepper 'bout mine, come off the top with that iron Up out my motherfuckin' mind, certain they gon' die by my fire I beat the block 'til I die, no sense in grandpa keep tryin' I got my flag, I'm throwin' signs behind enemy lines Control the gas, the one who drivin', bang that red, he a slime Got low eyes, but still don't try me I'm strapped and ready right now, nigga, ah Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (pew, pew, fah, fah) Pull up at the right time, let the window down (grrah-rrah) You want bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't fuck with slime I leave that pain out, etch your name out, put your name online I said at least they put them bodies straight up in the dirt Young nigga live like kamikaze, might die to get you murked Check out my pants, check out my shirt What's tucked up in come with a burst If they up in, we come and search Next time we spin, you gon' get murked, bitch (I got Hitman on the beat) (Havokondabeat, bitch)
| Week | Chart Date | Position | Points |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Aug 20, 2022 | 88 | 38 |