[Intro]
Grrah, grrah, grrah, n***a
Everything dead, n***a
Suck my dick, n***a
War's too nasty
Hold on what, hold on bitch gang
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah

[Verse]
Like, this shit is funny
Bitch, you fake, don't tell me you love me
He said that I'm broke and I'm bummy
At the end of the day, you was begging for money
Like they mad, cause I was bringing them packs out
I'm too tough, I can never go back down
He better move or I'm clearing his background
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Like EK, we know you a bum
And your bitch, we know she a slut, like
He got shot by a dyke, you dumb?
It's a beam on a gun, don't run
Edot Baby, I'ma flame him
N***as pussy, I know they be changing
Fuck clout, I ain't tryna be famous
Grrah, grrah, grrah, like
I know where you lay, you know wherе I lay
Pop out, let's play
Got booked with the chop, saying what?
I payеd bail, you know that I'm up
Fuck that, fuck the hate
Send a shot if he throw up the 8
I'ma play, are you dumb, I just bought me a drac'
When I up, better get out the way
N***a know, he should've picked up the pace
N***a died from a K to the face
Fuck the cops I'ma go on a chase
I did twenty I'm walking out chase
Rat this, rat that, where the proof?
That shit is just cap
And I heard you ran in your sister
She got shot, should've died
I smoke, number 5
I'm tweakin' and shit got me fried
Fuck EK, we smoking his pop
If you hop in my lane, I'ma change mine
N***a begging for money on FaceTime
I'm Jamaican, the Glock on my waistline
And I just wanna flock, I won't waste time
Made me cry, that shit lies
Fuck OGz, I don't fuck with those guys
And Elijah, wanna dick ride
Gave you a chance and I told you to pick sides
Like the game in 2K, they don't switch sides
Sending shots if I'm feeling a bitch vibes
Now I'm talking that real shit
I just need me a deal quick
All of them n***as that be in that studio
I'ma run in that shit
Never mind, I'ma wait by the door
I'ma click, now he meeting the Lord
And just in case, I won't fall
And I'm thinking about going to 15
I go back, then it's back to the door
Now it's open, y'all lil' n***as must be joking
So I cock it, while I'm clutching my chop in my jacket
Now it's back to the facts
How you toss your strap, you ain't tell me to toss my strap?
And I bet you ain't tell nobody that
But you get on the net', and you say I'm a rat
Your bills the bid, n***a, I payed half
To this day, you ain't got no cash
N***a, say that
You was kicked out, nowhere to go
I let you stay in my home
I'ma just let that shit go
Lowkey, I be fucking his hoe
Grrah-grrah, grrah
Badmon, I'm a shotta
I turn those noodles to pasta
Sending shots, now he meeting the doctor
No NLE, but I stay with my choppa
[Outro]
Bitch, suck my dick, n***a
Don't touch me, n***a
Everything dead, n***a