[Verse]
Catch that top, yea, get that guap then
In the A I'm murda man, I'm sliding round' with Fox theen
Goons got that 300 blackout, he like dot let's block bend
Slide up on him, let off shots, he cold from that hot shit
My n***as gon' spin spin spin, till they nauseous
When you lack, bitch you die, move with precaution
In a scat with bug my n***a light, he on some off shit
Bitch this ain't no fucking vine, we put shit in a coffin
This bitch let me fuck, she like my swag and I got bands
All these n***as want me dead, so have that drac' there when I land
After shows they wanna link I'm with Q3 bitch, bring your friend
She know I know she a freak, let her eat the meat then a bitch slid
30 thousand, put that on yo mans, they gon' bring him in
Rap capping, n***as talking bout' some shit they never did
We bout' action, everytime they post up, bitch we went and slid
He clout rapping, we gon' make his ass pay for what he said
Robin jeans came with the wings bitch, I paid 1200 for the pants
Talking bout' head tops, I'ma take it there let the switch off n***a dance
Oh he out his top on clubhouse, I pulled up n***a ran
Bitch we catch bodies for a living ain't shit silly n***a we ain't playing
Ay, I might blow through 50k, come through with that dirty drac'
Marco Polo n***as hide, bring yo' ass outside and play
What you did when uh-uh died, nah, I ain't gon' say his name
Say you smoke my brother, bronem let that cutta' bust his brain
All these bitches fuck for fame, all these bitches know my name
Talking get your partner hit, bro spinning shit like hurricane
Bend that bitch and hit that switch, he fall then it's a dirty game
RW Ku I'm bloody bitch these fuck n***as know I bang that gang
Pick him up that n***a falling, he got hit with blicks
Bronem tryna hit the plug, say he got bout' fifty bricks
Coming out that club n***a, we gon' let them fifties hit
Crack got hit all in his face, call that n***a 50 Cent
We gon' show no love, pullin' up let them semis hit
30 ball a dub, them young Ku's come through wrecking shit
No I'm not yo' cuz, bitch I'm blood so correct that shit
Uhh, wanna be down for them, fuck it, bronem stretch the bitch
Outta my mind, n***a cross that line then he gon' meet death and shit
He, ain't got time, n***a blowed that iron at shh he felt the shit
Pulled out racks and melt the bitch, I be on some selfish shit
Let me in that pussy bitch you bet' not let no goofy hit
Ay, we love stamping shit, I be fresh like peppermint
It ain't about that money, bitch don't call it's irrelevant
Damn, we just smoked yo' dawg, now that n***a heaven sent
Choppa hit his head he fall, n***a lost all 7 sense
Skirted off, that n***a hit, got the rod out tryna bait a fish
Chase a n***a down then we get it lit, drop a murda bag, these all blicks
Broke ass n***a don't call shit, bend they block with all dicks
Switches up on everything so ain't no way we all miss
Smoking dead opps, I do that often
Tryna pass this grabba back, this new pack got me coughing
Said he did what to who, shit that's when he lost me
How you smoking Ralo when we put Mitch in a coffin
Fuck it, get a n***a bought then, 30 on me when I walked in
Dead n***a round we gon' bang that heat
Homicide, bring that chalk in
Shoot a opp n***a right in his teeth, bet a fuck n***a won't talk then
All you bitch ass n***as want beef, fuck it make that call then
[Outro]
N***a know I'm gang gang to the death man
I don't give a fuck what a n***a talking about
We gon' come, we gon' come, we gon' come again n***a (SRT on every Glock)
Glah, n***a, can't run from a drac', boa (SRT on every Glock)