[Verse 1]
Say we really like go tell that fuck boy drop the lo know that his ass is a hoe
We gone kick down yo door leave a n***a brains on the floor his mama crying for me to go
Ion really wanna beef on the net bout no bitch or a n***a I rather hop out let it blow
You a bitch and a snitch fuck boy on the list leave a tag on yo motherfucking toe
Pussy n***a mad bout a song you sound like a bitch know you ain’t on shit
I just dropped a bag on his head now that pussy boy dead he riding without his stick
N***a talm bout he sueing a 13 year old pussy n***a sound dumb as a motherfucking bitch
N***a all in my dms and comments talm bout dis and dat boy you been a snitch
Didn’t Ralo die that n***a got hit with that fye n***a a bitch no lie
Money flap like a fly tell them lil n***as they dead goddamn I’m to high
I ain’t saying no to money the fuck is you stupid pull out yo eye
I caught lil leeke at the store hit him in his fro and tell his lil dead ass hi
Ayy I seen that n***a turn the car that n***a made a right
Any n***a try to step to me they pull up take ya life
Hold up let me get on the ground I done goddamn dropped da mic
My n***a Marcus take ya life and then he get up on a flight
That n***a speaking on my brother send Floyd to hawk him take his life
That n***a was dissing on me boom like is yo stupid ass ight
See you at yo crib then Imma blind yo bitch ass with this light
We stay posted up with choppas look like sword we some fucking knights

[Chorus]
We just smoked that Jdot high five
Leeke dead and Ralo live
N***as dissing boom fye
THE just took a life
All that fucking talking have you walking with one fucking eye
Think that you a gangster Imma do you like this Family Guy
We just smoked that Jdot high five
Leeke dead and Ralo live
N***as dissing boom fye
THE just took a life
All that fucking talking have you walking with one fucking eye
Think that you a gangster Imma do you like this Family Guy
[Verse 2]
Talking bout you ain’t put me on yo song like fuck n***a did I ask
You a gangster but talm bout sueing me lil boy I’m on yo ass
Talm bout dead opps you can get dropped like lil Leeke in the grass
Stop waving them fake ass guns on insta before yo life alert flash
These n***as be talking like gangsters behind a fucking wall
That n***a can diss on a gang but he can’t make a fucking call
Fuck n***a keep playing with THE then his fucking body gone fall
Florida rappers dumb as fuck we play them n***as like barbie dolls
Lately my mind been gone just wanna get Jdot head blown
This n***as think he drill now bitch he gone get his head blown
It’s been fucking with me not saying shit I need stop leaving it lone
I’ll put the song back up don’t play with my top I’ll do yo ass wrong
Feel like everybody switching on me shoutout to the real ones in THE
Shoutout to the ones promoting my music trust me n***as I see
You keep on dissing on me leave you dead like yo homie twenty three
I tried to warn you dot now you gone drop for fucking playing with me

[Chorus]
We just smoked that Jdot high five
Leeke dead and Ralo live
N***as dissing boom fye
THE just took a life
All that fucking talking have you walking with one fucking eye
Think that you a gangster Imma do you like this Family Guy
We just smoked that Jdot high five
Leeke dead and Ralo live
N***as dissing boom fye
THE just took a life
All that fucking talking have you walking with one fucking eye
Think that you a gangster Imma do you like this Family Guy