[Intro]
Haha, Yeah, yeah, I'm in this bih
That boy Kenny, Kenny Spinny, Spinny Kenny

[Chorus]
Unknown killer, finish up the riddle
Real thug n***a, get grub like I'm drug dealer
Three dead bodies, some hit n***as, five hot box, load up with seven, eight killers
Yeah, yeah, think I'm just playin'
N***a keep on droppin' songs talm' bout they just sayin'
And I'd be wrong if I up chrome and I just get to sprayin'
One in his dome, won't make it home, I got his family prayin'

[Verse 1]
Me and freaky bitches just the same the way we bust a thang
They like bustin' nuts, I bust the fye, that my type of game
N***a want some smoke, I'll bring the coal, that my type of flame
Brand new ARP, attach the scope, that my type of aim
They done met the reaper, tell her "bye Felicia,"
Get your bitch, then fuck her, make her mine, that's finder's keepers
I'on wanna meet ya, I'on know you either
Young n***a know Tony got three stripes like Adidas
Yeah, in these streets this shit get cold bring out the Eskimos
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His buddy coughin' out that smoke, he still the next to go
He dropped his fye, his baby mama 'gon be next
Let's go hat for hat, let's go rack for rack
Let's go pack for pack, let's go Glock for Glock
Go shot for shot, I'm known for piping opps
Birdy be a menace, broad day he get off his shot
Kenny get to spinnin', hard day, he gon' punch the clock
[Chorus]
Unknown killer, finish up the riddle
Real thug n***a, get grub like I'm drug dealer
Three dead bodies, some hit n***as, five hot box, load up with seven, eight killers
Yeah, yeah, think I'm just playin'
N***a keep on droppin' songs talm' bout they just sayin'
And I'd be wrong if I up chrome and I just get to sprayin'
One in his dome, won't make it home, I got his family prayin'

[Verse 2]
Thought I was done, nah bitch, I'm back, fuck n***a get to movin'
Bitch on my phone talkin' bout I'm cheatin', I'm tired of hoes assumin'
I kept it real, but when you hot you gon' hear hella rumors
We beat a opp, his shit knot up like he got left with tumors
And when it come down to that smoke, Lil Tony first to drill
Birdie be first to spill, Lil Ken hop out, confirm the kill
We put the pussy on the carton, turned it to some milk
You and your n***as not the Spartans, boy this shit get real
And as I'm goin' up, I see n***as start switchin' up
N***as can't stick with us, that's why n***as be cliquing up
They claim they robbin' the same n***as we was stickin' up
My youngest strike him, he just sauced him for a Bentley Truck


[Chorus]
Unknown killer, finish up the riddle
Real thug n***a, get grub like I'm drug dealer
Three dead bodies, some hit n***as, five hot box, load up with seven, eight killers
Yeah, yeah, think I'm just playin'
N***a keep on droppin' songs talm' bout they just sayin'
And I'd be wrong if I up chrome and I just get to sprayin'
One in his dome, won't make it home, I got his family prayin'