[Intro]
Go
Real Murda Worth shit I'm talm 'bout (Aye, bitch)
Hop out that cut, flunk shit up, turn a n***a into dust (Bitch)
Hop out that cut, flunk shit up, turn a n***a into dust (Aye, bitch)

[Verse]
Hop out that cut, flunk shit up, turn a n***a into dust (Bitch, rrr, rrr)
A.R.P., 50 on drum, make a n***a tail tuck (He tail)
Can’t show a n***a from the city no pity, his ass ain’t tryna get burnt up (Bitch)
Think shit silly, girl, send it to the city, I ain’t tryna get- Ok
Two-feet tall with a wood grain grip (Grip), just know that’s a Drac (Drac)
If 30 was out, then it wouldn’t be shit (Be shit), we just buck at his face (His face)
I got n***as that’s dead in that grave (That grave)
I got n***as that’ll send you to space (To space)
I’ll put that n***a in a grave (A grave), how you like what he sayin’ ‘bout Jace? (Jace?)
These n***as be bitches, his ass get burnt up
Fuck with the opps, better pray they turnt up
She wanna lift her skirt up and I might do it if she can’t change (Bitch)
And I ain’t evеn flex no chain
Bought us a crib and got us some cars and shit
If you think he’s okay and keep you safе, the bullets’ll rain (Bullets'll rain)
I ain't cap this ain't nobody, I'm just bust your brain
Wake up and I think 'bout drills, I'll never be the same (Be the same)
Wake up and I think 'bout kills, but what 'bout the millions I made? (The millions I made)
Any little n***as ain't in the field, why you think he won't get baked? (He won't get baked)
[Bridge]
A n***a like he won't get baked (Aye, he won't get baked)
You know I'm still getting paid
Real Murda Worth shit I'm talm 'bout
He won't get baked

[Chorus]
I be tryna kill, I be tryna drill shit
Pop that boy like a pill, that lil’ n***a won’t kill shit
Watch me buck this gun if you think I ain’t with the shits
That lil’ n***a ain’t on none, y’all can lay it up
Y'all go lay it up, but I still been one-handed
Y'all go lay it up, but this bitch a fucker
How come you be dumb, that lil n***a ain't on none
That n***a too goofy, yeah, he double ducked

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
I be tryna kill, I be tryna drip shit
Pop that boy like a pill, that lil n***a won't kill shit
Watch me buck this gun if you think I ain’t with the shits
That lil n***a ain't on none, y'all go lay it up
Y'all go lay it up, but I still been one-handed
Y'all go lay it up, but this bitch a fucker
How come you be dumb, that lil n***a ain't on none
That n***a too goofy, yeah, he double ducked