Intro: Phresher & A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie 
(Ouh, backwoods rolled different) 
Ayy, ... know what time it is 
Look, ayy 
Hah 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
Ah, ayy (Shoot), lil' nigga 

Chorus: Phresher 
I've been trappin' trappin' since I had a beeper nigga (Yah) 
When I was ballin' you was sittin' in the bleachers nigga (Yah) 
And I can't do these "Hello, nice to meet you" niggas (Yah) 
If you run up on me he gon' change ya features nigga (Woo) 
Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot 
Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot 
Point 'em out, who?-who?-who?-who?-who?-who? 
Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot 
Point 'em out 

Verse 1: Phresher 
Which one, big one, he ain't gettin' to it like [?] 
He ain't ever ball, like he was on a bench 
I was shootin' them tree's like Dwayne (Dwayne) 
Trap phone job like who?-who? 
His phone off, can't relay (Yah) 
Plug just got [?] like every day 
So fine, just point I shoot-shoot 
Leave these niggas on mute 
Money gon' talk like uh-uh 
Got married to the money, I do (I do) 
Got a lil' baby that's cute (Cute) 
Better die before I do it like you (Do it like you) 
Can't tell my nigga my sins (Nigga my sins) 
Gotta leave 'em in the desert like Clue 
No this ain't the gram', so stop with the cappin' 
Wanna get blamin' and that's not a caption 
See his reaction after I trapped him 
RIP to him, his name ain't a status 
Get hit with the stick, I ain't talkin' Madden 
I took his bitch, 'cause she love the fashion 
I got the drip, you see me splashin' 
My niggas lit, you niggas has beens 

Chorus: Phresher
I've been trappin' trappin' since I had a beeper nigga (Yah)
When I was ballin' you was sittin' in the bleachers nigga (Yah)
And I can't do these "Hello, nice to meet you" niggas (Yah)
If you run up on me he gon' change ya features nigga (Woo)
Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot
Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot
Point 'em out, who?-who?-who?-who?-who?-who?
Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot
Point 'em out

Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
Yeah yeah, gotta keep one in the head, yeah
Brodie got one in the head
Two make 'em move then it's over he dead, yeah
Heard of a stupid ass, goofy ass nigga tryna plot and he was my mans, yeah
We could've got money together
I love you my nigga but now you're a dead man
We could've been ballin' together, instead I just put a red dot to his headband
I was just duckin' from feds
Up in the jetski and hittin' the staircase
My cuban link choked on my neck
This akhi is tucked, you can't touch but it's heavy
My chain like a hockey but you movin' wocky
I'm covered in ice like I'm Gretsky

Chorus: Phresher
I've been trappin' trappin' since I had a beeper nigga (Yah)
When I was ballin' you was sittin' in the bleachers nigga (Yah)
And I can't do these "Hello, nice to meet you" niggas (Yah)
If you run up on me he gon' change ya features nigga (Woo)
Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot
Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot
Point 'em out, who?-who?-who?-who?-who?-who?
Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot
Point 'em out

Outro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One in the, head-head-head (Pa-pow)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One in the