[Intro: P Yungin]
[Yo Vicky!]
[On NumbaOne We Goin One]
My mind so fucked up
I been really on some evil shit
(The lighter don't wan work)
Catch that n***a make sure you stretch him
(I guess they don't want me lite that dead guy up)
Make sure that you split him
Make that you- yeah

[Chorus: P Yungin]
I go by PY, you play wit' me you gon' die
Zip that pussy li' bitch up and send that n***a hidin'
We got bodies, you gon' die if you try to take mine
I told that pussy close his mouth, he had to pay that fine
Don't do no tweetin, they walk down and they step wit' them heaters
Dropped out of school and I got rich and I say fuck my teachers
Make sure you catch that other boy for speakin' on my pеople
Leave his momma wit' a t-shirt, I'm thе devil not the reaper

[Verse 1: P Yungin]
I'm like yeah yeah, I'ma catch 'em split that li' bitch brain
Bitch my heart be full of pain
Catch 'em in that Plaque that's a fasho stain
When we catch that bitch he gon' lose his rank
I was fifteen runnin' from the law wit my gang
Stupid li' boy died for that fame, groupie li' bitch she just want a name
Pull up wit' them hittas, send that lil bitch to the reaper
They know I like blood, so when I see it bitch I'm turnin' evil
Fucked up from rollin' up your damn partner, he got hit wit' that nina
Ain't no helicopters bitch, this choppa flyin' through your people
[Interlude]
Haha, bitch you gon' fuck wit sum'?
You know what's happenin' wit' me
Pussy ass n***a, I'm tryna fuck wit sum'

[Chorus: P Yungin]
I go by PY, you play wit' me you gon' die
Zip that pussy li' bitch up and send that n***a hidin'
We got bodies, you gon' die if you try to take mine
I told that pussy close his mouth, he had to pay that fine
Don't do no tweetin, they walk down and they step wit' them heaters
Dropped out of school and I got rich and I say fuck my teachers
Make sure you catch that other boy for speakin' on my people
Leave his momma wit' a t-shirt, I'm the devil not the reaper

[Verse 2: Big B]
I, said fuck the other side, he hung wit' 'em and he died
Caught 'em slippin', bust two up, but all them bitches shoulda died
Murder business, stand on everything I said, I ain't gon' lie
I hit Geronimo wit' Junior , he out that window slangin' fire
N***a shot me, since I shook back all I know is murder now
For some reason I want all them n***as dead, I don't know why
Ten and Ques up in the stolo, all they want to do is slide
They tryna see who get the most bodies before they go inside
Who ain't ridin' you a lie, that's my youngin', yea PY
Play wit' that and it's black ties, and we gon' make some mommas cry
I'm tryna see who next to buy, while I sit back and I get high
Haha, dig 'em up
[Chorus: P Yungin]
I go by PY, you play wit' me you gon' die
Zip that pussy li' bitch up and send that n***a hidin'
We got bodies, you gon' die if you try to take mine
I told that pussy close his mouth, he had to pay that fine
Don't do no tweetin, they walk down and they step wit' them heaters
Dropped out of school and I got rich and I say fuck my teachers
Make sure you catch that other boy for speakin' on my people
Leave his momma wit' a t-shirt, I'm the devil not the reaper

[Outro: P Yungin]
Pull up with them heaters
Send that lil bitch to the reaper
They know I like blood so when I see you, bitch I'm turning evil
Fucked up from rolling up yo damn partner
He got hit with that nina
Ain't no helicopter
Bitch the chopper sliding through yo people