[Intro]
I don't ever make this shit up
I don't gotta make this shit up (Yozora)
Like, shit we do, shit we live, like
Shit for real, yeah

[Chorus]
He ain't no shooter, n***a
I could tell from his form, he aim for the backboard
I ain't no shoota either
But I'ma give him smoke if that's what he ask for
He ain't spinnin' no blocks
He say he sent shots, but it wasn't at my door
I ain't spinnin' either
But if he talkin' crazy, I'ma come through that backdoor
All my n***as, they got anger issues
So when we slide though, it ain't no joke
All my n***as, they be toatin' pistols
I don't really think you want smoke (Facts)
Snupe, he prolly likе a buck and fifty
But it's heavy weight by the boat
I gotta stay with my nina
If you rеally think this shit a joke

[Verse]
Dare a n***a tempt me (Yeah)
Dare a n***a run up on me, leave a n***a life empty
Hit 'em a ten piece, big dawgs, we hoppin' out Bentleys
Ain't testin' this blick' 'cause I gotta do it
For the love of the gang, I go stupid
And if he talk out his mouth, I remove him
Yeah, whatever, n***a, n***as be hoes and rats
I swear on god, it get never better
N***as be soft with straps, I stay ten toes in any weather
'Cause I really do this, I stay with 'em, uh
I stay wit' them shooters
That 30 come trough like a broomstick, yeah
Once he hit that block, then he out of luck
That n***a ain't gang, he ain't one of us
I swear, ain't no love like brothers love, shit
He don't aim when he shoot, he just light it up
We been trappin' for years, now we comin' up
I swear on my life, I ain't givin' up, shit, shit
I move like a demon through the night
Pistol tuck, yeah, I gotta keep it tight
Brodie get the left, I get the right, yeah
You dumb if you think we gonna fight
Yeah, I keep a strap up like a dyke
I swear on god, I take ya' life, yeah
Before you leave your house, boy, say your prayers
Young careless n***a, boy ain't got no fears
N***as put a price up for ya' life
Brodie got the Glock, I got the knife
Now you disrespect, you lose ya' life, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
He ain't no shooter, n***a
I could tell from his form, he aim for the backboard
I ain't no shoota either
But I'ma give him smoke if that's what he ask for
He ain't spinnin' no blocks
He say he sent shots, but it wasn't at my door
I ain't spinnin' either
But if he talkin' crazy, I'ma come through that backdoor
All my n***as, they got anger issues
So when we slide though, it ain't no joke
All my n***as, they be toatin' pistols
I don't really think you want smoke (Facts)
Snupe, he prolly like a buck and fifty
But it's heavy weight by the boat
I gotta stay with my nina
If you really think this shit a joke