[Intro]
N***a, suck my dick, n***a
Fuckin' rat-ass n***a, you n***as is broke, n***a
Nesty, go get your fuckin' funds up, n***a
Stop takin' handouts, pussy
Uh-huh (Baow)

[Chorus]
Like, I'm dead gettin' sick of this shit
N***as that's dissin', they rap, but then n***as who seen me done ran when I punched on Blitz (Don't run)
If he flyin', we crashin' that shit
No, Mhady can't come see his bitch
Three hundred shots for them 300 n***as
All that 300 shit to my dick (Baow, baow, boom)

[Verse 1]
We put on n***as who payin' for features
That always find a way to switch (Bozo)
I had the G in the studio
That boy was loafin', I should've smacked him with the grip
These n***as goin' out sad
Sha Gz was cryin', his bitch took his last
You could've died when the Rey caught you lackin' on Web
But them n***as always do bad
Nesty a bum, n***as had to come and help, Kay Hound be movin' like your dad
I had to go get that money myself, I rеally ran up a bag
N***as don't know what you do, n***as don't know what you did
I was dumpin' on 'em since a kid
And I dare that lil' boy to comе back to my crib
Y'all left Lotti, he almost died on the bridge
Don't pass your burner 'cause that n***a mids
DThang came home with a shot on his face
He was duckin' the rest of his bid
N***as had that n***a screamin' out, "CO," he knew that he couldn't live
He better duck when he go to his PO 'cause we tryna aim for his wig
[Bridge]
Y'all left Lotti, he almost died on the bridge
Don't pass your burner 'cause that n***a mids
DThang came home with a shot on his face
He was duckin' the rest of his bid
N***as had that n***a screamin' out, "CO," he knew that he couldn't live
He better duck when he go to his PO 'cause we tryna aim for his wig (Uh-huh)

[Chorus]
Like, I'm dead gettin' sick of this shit
N***as that's dissin', they rap, but then n***as who seen me done ran when I punched on Blitz (Don't run)
If he flyin', we crashin' that shit
No, Mhady can't come see his bitch
Three hundred shots for them 300 n***as
All that 300 shit to my dick (Baow, baow, boom)

[Verse 2]
We was punchin' Sheemy in his face
And none of my n***as got touched back
Tell that n***a merch it on his dead
If he do, I'ma tell him, "Don't pump that"
And both of 'em jackin' B Diddy, but them n***as be with the opps
N***as lucky Mama Love was right there
'Cause we would have let off some shots
And you know we never fightin' fair
N***a dead 'cause he thought he could box (Dummy)
I don't care 'bout no views, I don't care 'bout no money, there's certain shit I can't let rock
And we smokin' on Dixe, smokin' on Blay, mix it with Druggie B pops
C-HII been dead for like two years now and y'all ain't do shit for the Flock
[Chorus]
Like, I'm dead gettin' sick of this shit
N***as that's dissin', they rap, but then n***as who seen me done ran when I punched on Blitz (Don't run)
If he flyin', we crashin' that shit
No, Mhady can't come see his bitch
Three hundred shots for them 300 n***as
All that 300 shit to my dick (Baow, baow, boom)

[Outro]
Pussy, gang, gang, gang
Everything dead, gotta stand on that shit, n***a
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, n***a? OGz the fuck up
Baow, baow, baow