[Intro]
Free A-Kid man
F$G, F$G, RIP AK
F$G, F$G, F$G
Bow, bow

[Chorus]
Fry em', fry em', no way, this beef ain't dyin' (No way)
Said he onto the gang, they're lyin'
Sight him, hop off the pad, then knife him (Ching)
Fry em', fry em', no way, this beef ain't dyin' (No way)
Said he onto the gang, they're lyin'
Sight him, hop off the pad, then knife him (Ching)

[Verse 1]
T.Scam, I'm a devilish guy (Uh-uh)
Aim that wap, you don't wanna get fried
Rambo long, from my feet to my thigh
Skatty hold eight, how didn't he die (How?)
SE got chinged, from chin to his eye
They do arms, swings that [?] (Huh)
Skatty was left in a coma when T.Scam swung his knife (Ching, ching)
This fuckin' pricks, me and Triggy done took trips (True)
In a cab, with the wap, and rambos on our hips (Mad)
Anyone that did slip, slap, dip, mad ting
Get man down, I ain't rampin'
Get man down, I ain't rampin' (Bow!)
Lemme switch the way I'm rappin'
Back it, slap it, unclip it, stab him (Bow!)
Get it, rappin', slangin', trappin' (Bow!)
2v1, he hold critical stabbings (Bow!)
That is the way I'm livin'
Skatty hold eight and start snitchin' (True)
That is the way I'm livin'
Skatty hold eight and start snitchin' (Snitch boy)
Can't talkin' 'bout wettin' down opps (Huh)
Can't talkin' 'bout tappin' off blocks (True)
Can't talkin' 'bout lockin' off parties
He whine and kotch, then I drenched his top (True)
They wanted to fling their shoulder
I flung my rambz in two of 'em opps (True)
Shit is ments, shit intense
Shit can't die, shit can't stop
This beef can't dead
If I stuff that wap
Then I fling that lead (Boom, bow)
Lock my arm and aim at the chest
If I miss then I miss
[?], miss then I miss (Lucky)
I guess he go lucky, back the rambz or slap the brucky
Two shanks up, got me feelin' like Chucky
Call her bougie, call her bougie, she's dutty
[Chorus]
Fry em', fry em', no way, this beef ain't dyin'
Said he onto the gang, they're lyin'
Sight him, hop off the pad, then knife him
Fry em', fry em', no way, this beef ain't dyin'
Said he onto the gang, they're lyin'
Sight him, hop off the pad, then knife him

[Verse 2]
Who's doing all these chingings
It's deffo not them, It must be us, trust (Bow!)
Itching to let that buss, back that swing, ching ching no scuffs (Ching)
[?], bro you can call me Gus
Get cheffed, and left in the mud
Mug, Scam don't kiss or hug, I fling that dick on the backs to the lungs (To the lungs)
Never had no shanks so I fought him (No way)
Wanna' flex on here, go [?] (No way)
This wap is lookin' all new but it's really old like the thing from O[?] (Bow)
Never had no shanks so I fought him
Wanna' flex on here, go [?] (Mhm)
This wap is lookin' all new but it's really old like the thing from O[?] (Bow, bow)
I buss that case, I don't wanna learn how to kettle cook
They shot on a lap, but hold my right hook
Tell my young boy, just stay in yo' books (True)
I remember that night, Tapz, Dapz, and Kojo on the ride (Gang)
We feel like YN Melly, all we had was murder in our minds (Cray)
But my man's washed, he don't wanna buck these rambo knives (Dickhead)
He said he had his wap, and he said he wouldn't lack (Dickhead)
But Kojo told him, "Come around the corner," and trust me he weren't on that (Dickhead)
He just wants to stay in front of the cameras, like a dickhead, like a twat (Bow, bow)
[Chorus]
Fry em', fry em', no way, this beef ain't dyin'
Said he onto the gang, they're lyin'
Sight him, hop off the pad, then knife him
Fry em', fry em', no way, this beef ain't dyin'
Said he onto the gang, they're lyin'
Sight him, hop off the pad, then knife him