[Intro]
Fah
Shoot at a n***a in the face behind NBA
Believe that (Bah, bah, bah)
You already know that be my song (Steppin' in place, n***a)
Goddamn, BJ with another one
Shoutout to KP for that beat
Like I know, know like I know
What she say? What she say, she say "Big 4L"? (Lil Top)
Ayy, ayy, I ain't even finna get on your ass
Bboy dripping that

[Verse 1]
I bet your mama be destroyed, n***a
When we send your stupid ass to God
For makin' statements, choosin' sides
About my beef with them lil' boys
I could say I saw it, you could say I was your favorite, n***a
Better stay up in your place, bitch
Fuck around and get your face split any day, n***a (Bah, bah, bah)
They know I'm a demon, you ain't met the Dеvil until you seen me
Yeah, I get 'еm hit, we gon' kill a bitch inside of Neiman's for any reason
I don't give a fuck 'bout how you treat your body, give a fuck about your cleanin'
I don't give a fuck about no bitch
You could have those hoes 'cause I don't need 'em
They know I step on shit, play around with that slime, oh
I seen the blues, know you in tune, but how we knock 'em down like dominos
YoungBoy Luciano, we pull on side, shoot up the car though
Plenty of clips like Leonardo, them slimes go wherever I go
[Chorus]
I want his soul, he gon' get it (Get it)
I hope you know like I know, gon' die from choosin' sides though
I'm smellin' blood and I'm fiendin' (I'm fiendin', I'm fiendin')
Bitch, you gon' die and I know, your mama cryin' on front row

[Verse 2]
N***a better ask Blasian about me
How we catch 'em bad and take his shit
Leave 'em stripped, the police think we raped the bitch
N***a better not play with this
And my mama know I'm a demon seed, I'm into facin' shit (Bitch)
Hope yo' n***as know not be inside that car soon as that Draco hit
Ol' pussy ass n***a, ain't no coppin' pleas, shouldn't've said shit
You ain't gettin' no pass, n***a (Nah)
You gon' rep the same block as that bitch, that's gon' be your ass, n***a
Who runnin', duckin' all these sticks
I'm lettin' you know I ain't even serious on this bitch, n***a, suck my dick
I'm facin' seven years, I ain't known to shed a tear, these n***as dyin'
I be the slime, these n***as could clique up all they want, bitch crossed that line
He postin' cars but ain't got more whips than as I, huh?
All you hoe-ass n***as together ain't got more millions than AI, huh?
On the phone with Stunna, my five
Now it's my time, while in the house, reside
These n***as feelin' lucky, claim that they thuggin'
But know that be my style, scary ass ain't realer than my child
Lose or win, bitch, I'm gon' dive if no gun on my side
I'm a gangsta and all that claimin' they proposin', I bet I'll make it stop
[Chorus]
I want his soul, he gon' get it
I hope you know like I know, gon' die from choosin' sides though
I'm smellin' blood and I'm fiendin'
Bitch, you gon' die and I know, your mama cryin' on front row

[Verse 3]
All these n***as tryna be the biggest rapper
While I'm tryna wrap 'em in a body bag
With a toe tag and his last meetin' with the pastor
I know a n***a who got Instagram and Twitter still ain't tryna master (Nah, nah, nah)
How to play with and you know I play for keeps, know I'll clap you
I don't give a fuck, my n***a, just like your friend, you'll bite the dust, n***a
N***a, you ain't blood, you ain't ready for to see some brains layin' 'round the club
Them n***as scared, know they can't fuck with us
But that's the side you run with
Know my mama and all my sisters and all my brothers be on dumb shit
I'm a grown-ass man, so on the Internet, I don't post pics
I'm too caught up in this thug life, I'm still hidin' from the feds list
In my bed I see the interview, and my first thought, man, I said this
Whole industry don't even know me but they still wanna see my head split (What the fuck?)

[Interlude]
Huh, these n***as hoes, these n***as know I know (N***a, yeah)
You heard me? I don't, I don't think these n***as wanna do it, slime
I'm surprised, your parents ain't telling you, you don't wanna do it, slime
You heard me, these n***as know how I get down
Yeah, and fuck all these n***as
The whole industry don't like me and I don't like all them bitches
Believe that, it's gravediggin' 4KTrey, Northside 38 (I want his soul, he gon' get it)
We put guns to the face, bitch ass n***a, who gon' die today?
Free DDawg, hah
I don't like none of these n***as, I don't like none of 'em
I don't like, I don't like nobody
Bitch ass n***a, what you gon' do?
You could fuck all of my baby mama, I don't like them hoes neither
Fuck 'em, n***a, fuck 'em
[Chorus]
I want his soul, he gon' get it
I hope you know like I know, gon' die from choosin' sides though
I'm smellin' blood and I'm fiendin'
Bitch, you gon' die and I know, your mama cryin' on front row

[Outro]
Your mama cryin' on front row, yeah
I hope you know like I know
Slimeto, get active