Intro:
OTM bitch
Trap, that’s that OTM shit
That’s that BLE shit
Free all my thug n***as out the chain gang n***a
Verse 1 (Ruger):
They like Ruger, boy you gon end up just like ya daddy
But fuck that, im thuggin way harder than my daddy
Bein savage, *?* on dicks we stackin cabbage
We rabbits, cuz we want them 22 carots
Free Damarse my dawg locked up for a car jacking
It ain't happen, the crackers just mad cuz he was snappin
Im tired, tired of these fuck n***as who steady rappin
Ima crash, hit him in his shit and he gon tell his mami
On my dawgs who gon run down and think im flaggin
Im up, call back that thang and get to blast em
Watch em run while i emptied the clip and let em have it
Is he hit? I hope i ain't miss i hope i wacked them
For my sisters, shout out to kiani, lil deasia
Your older, but just dont forget my mama raised ya
Independent, and dont let a n***a try to play ya
If he do, then come tell me then ima spray a n***a
Run up, you gon get done up, i ain't tryna scare ya
Im just lettin you know ima strike your ass i ain't gon spare ya
No threat, young n***a look im just tryna tell ya
Since you playing games, truth or dare, pussy boy i dare ya
Then try me, watch hollows spread like poison ivy
Playing on our tough road, got them hollows leering through his body
He bootin up talkin so reckless off that molly
Just be yourself stop tryna act like you just bodied n***a
Yolo , you only live once, so bitch its yolo
Ive been in foreigns, this ain't legit, this bitch a stolo
Thuggin, snap through the city dickin the popo
Smoke purp, not on me like tony romo
Im thugged out, yeen gotta ask me how im livin
In the screets, i feel like popeye when he on that spinach
My judge, at 14 years old left me a menace
Break in yo shit leave it empty like the grinch from christmas
Chorus:
Say that’s your shooter why you send him he ain't fuckin shoot us
Catch him lackin with his n***as we gon start shootin
We got thirties with extensions, man nineties and rugers
We got a clip full of killers, ready to make a movie
(X2)
Verse 2 (Frenchyy)
You talkin like you cutthroat and I'm a scratcher
Stop flexin, like Chris Manson bitch I'm a wrestler
Im thuggin, I was raised in the streets, bitch Im a bastard
Fuck yo momma, fuck yo grandmami, and yo daddy
Lil savage, he at yo head, about that cabbage
In traffic, I'm chasing those carrots, bitch I'm a rabbit
Yo main bitch, she a eater, ima beat her, then leave her
Cuz I ain't got time for a skeezer
He clutchin, but jit ain't bussin, he a poser
I'm leanin, on promethazine and sprite soda
If theres beef, I'm all in the cut with lil ashton
With ratchets, 40's with dicks and automatics
I'm beatin on that lil bitch back like i'm her daddy
Call Ruger, bitch thats my shooter he make it happen
He at it like he about that pressure, bitch Ima smash him
And Lean him up out his adidas, they went to rappin
My daddy told me stop that cussin, I be trippen
I asked him where the fuck he was at when I was little
My Momma raised us up by herself, she was [?]
If I catch that n***a who killed Lenny, Ima bust him
Chorus:
Say that’s your shooter why you send him he ain't fuckin shoot us
Catch him lackin with his n***as we gon start shootin
We got thirties with extensions, man nineties and rugers
We got a clip full of killers, ready to make a movie
(X2)
