[ VERSE 1 ]
Thought about talkin' to Daejiana

I’m in love wit' the trap, but I left all my problems

Took yo' guns money, that’s how we gon' solvе it

You don’t got no stick, you get ate like McDonald’s

I’m on thе east side wit’ them killas and robbers

Hrrt, 50 something shots out that carbon

Fadeaway, shoot ‘em like Clippers, no barber

That’s probably his karma, just live yo damn life

If you think 'bout that shit too much, you might get wiped

This a dirty game, just like Jumanji, alright

Put another clip in the fye, shoot it like Spike

I plan what I do and I huddle that hike
[ VERSE 2 ]
Y’all n***as got beef, but I heard that shit light
I would get in the mix, but that shit not my fight

Pistol whip wit' the fye, knock em out like Fight Night

Go to the west side, then I dirty my Sprite

Told lil' Kilo we gon' be in LA

Told Velly I love him, rock out where you stay

My lil' shorty here put some racks in a day