[Intro]
(Ayy, Trill)
(Mhmm, Mhmm, Hmm, Mhmm)
(Say, Brando, what it's hittin' for?)
(Mm, Mhmm, Mhmm)

[Chorus]
N***a killed my dawg, we loaded up and started riding
Tryna put some more them bitches up, but them n***as they steady hidin'
Shit, I ain't pussy, bitch, you know I'm promotin' violence
I don't wan' hear shit bout' that boy, 'cause ain't bout, him nobody dying
"Say Rico, watch that n***a, what if that lil' bitch try slime me out?"
We send shots at their bodies, don't send no bullets at their house
Yeah, bout' Sam, bitch I'ma' knock that fuckin' fool from out my town
Shoot him five times in his face, he can't shake back, dead on the ground

[Verse]
You'n' want no beef, gon' be a dead ass rapper
Not untouchable, but when they send a bitch, bitch, I'ma clap him
Real head huntеr, double back, ain't gon' pray, yeah, with the pastor
Hе feel if he ain't got his blicky, feel the opps, yeah, they gon' catch him
They bust his dawg head so twenty-four seven, he tryna' kill em'
They hopped up in that car he decided he wan' go spin
Shots came from out the window, and somebody struck his friend
Two came from out the side, that n***a flip him and his kin
And you know that choppa' bust you up, TrueBleeda can't say shit
I told my cousin it's on sight, yeah, when I see 'em
Bitch you fuckin' with the opps, I hope that you don't be there
The grave, hope you in that car, when a n***a blitz him
And when you see him don't pull in the driveway n***a, better hop from out that corner
Soon as you see him better dome him
Once he drop, we need the coins
Get back in the ride and make it home
This all he know his heart been gone
He ain't no gunner, on my soul
Kidnap the bitch, make him play with his nose
Real steppas' ain't gon' fold
Take my lick, I'm going up the road
Punch a n***a down all in court
I wanna shank stab him in the throat
This ain't lil' boy once this bullet hit your head, bitch, you gon' float
I got shottas follow me everywhere I go, ain't tryna go
We fuck baby mamas, they gon pop a body after the show
[Chorus]
N***a killed my dawg, we loaded up and started riding
Tryna put some more them bitches up, but them n***as they steady hidin'
Shit, I ain't pussy, bitch you know I'm promotin' violence
I don't wan' hear shit bout' that boy, 'cause ain't bout him nobody dying
"Say Rico, watch that n***a, what if that lil' bitch try slime me out?"
We send shots at their bodies, don't send no bullets at their house
Yeah, bout' Sam, bitch, I'ma knock that fuckin' fool from out my town
Shoot him five times in his face, he can't shake back, dead on the ground (Hmm, Mhmm)

[Outro]
(Ayy, Trill)
(Say, Brando, what it's hittin' for?)