[Intro: Foolio]
Ha
Ay, La Cracka, what it do?
Wavy808, you crazy!
(Brr, bup bup bup!) Uh

[Verse 1: Foolio]
Booted out my body got me rollin' off these Percs (Ha)
I'm tryna (Brr, bup, bup) Put a n***a on a shirt (Uh)
Livin' with no limits, just like Master P and Turk (Turk)
Like a long 9 to 5, we the ones who put in work (Get down)
Kendre Alston died, the whole city they was hurt (Dre)
Got my arm fuckin' crampin' 'cause I let that .40 jerk (Bup, bup)
Real gravedigger, we the ones put shit in the dirt
Last n***a dissed Lil' Bibby, he the one who got it worst (Bibby)
Two things I ain't seen, a UFO and a bitch I need (Facts)
I'll never fear a man, n***as bleed just how I bleed (No cap)
Opps be duckin' me, dodge, dodge, watch 'em weavе (Come here)
Likе a makeup artist, shoot his face and left him beat (Ha)
I'ma bounce out with this Glock and put a n***a on a tee (bow, bow, bow, bow)
Ayy, whodie where you from? 'Round the corner, call it smoke then
In the ocean with piranhas, with them sharks we be surfin' (Ha)
He cut just like magnolia, put a n***a on a shirt then
Can't beef wit' 1200, 'cuz them n***as, they be workin' (12)
Can't go out like Ralph Dallas, 'cuz that n***a there be twerkin' (Hahaa)
It's all fun and games, 'til yo whole family hurtin'
And now this shit over, 'cuz the doctor closed the curtains
Sendin' shots out that big Bentley truck (big Bentley truck)
Trigger happy, say my name and I'll spark you up (Bup bup, bup)
Dissin' in raps, but it's the wrong tree that you barkin' up (Barkin' up)
Peroxide, alchohol, boy, I stay in the cut (In the cut)
In and out the beef, middleman playin' Double Dutch (Double Dutch)
Just got the drop, we at his spot, you know we shot it up (Shot it up)
2015, was on that lean, and was molly'd up (Molly'd up)
And for Osama, boy, you know we got our bodies up (Osama)
N***a
In the big body truck (Big body truck)
I bring that pain, you say my name, you better duck (Brr, bup)
Just caught him lackin', his face stupid, now he stuck (Now he stuck)
We in the club, I'm poppin' out, let's send it up (Let's send it up, n***a)
(On gang)
[Verse 2: La Cracka]
Get down (Get down)
Gon' head and diss, I bet yo mama frown
ARP up in this bitch, look wrong, I get to sprayin' rounds (Boom boom boom boom)
Don't come this way, drivin' down ABlock, you get yo' car flipped
These choppa bullets, aim the stick right at him, watch his body rip (Watch it rip)
Dead n***as, smoke 'em every day, do that shit for fun
You n***as stupid, still ain't learn, don't leave the house without yo' gun (Stupid n***a)
You n***as really broke, drop that bag, I come get the funds (I'm gon' get it)
Better use yo' feet when you see me, boy, you better run
La Cracka Jack, ask the opps about me, I'm the fuckin' one (I'm the one)
And what's-his-name, (Yeah) he a bitch, (Yeah) that's my fuckin' son (That's my son)
Got a brand new stolen car, and a brand new gun
[?] on that Glock, that bitch go (Grrrt), now you can't see your son