[Intro]
(JaeBlow), yeah, uh, yeah
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Uh, yeah, damn, uh

[Verse]
Should I hit him with the drizzy or the glizzy?
I don't know, I got options
FN bullets hit his chest, fuck a vest, it won't stop them
I'ma drop a 8 in the 2 liter, got me noddin'
The micro is a good gun, but I prefer a Glock 10
Hit him with that milly bullets, same size as onion rings
N***a keep on saying he got b's
Ask the streets, they never heard of gang
I could give a fuck if he dead
30 in my mag, 31 if you count whats in the head
It's okay, you can diss on us, just stand on what you said
N***as keep on speakin' on the dead, like they ain't got no dead
I could tell you how many times your bro got hit, 'cause I was therе
TTG, we Trained To Go, step on X, lеave a n***a stretched
I know your homie died before you knew, 'fore you got the text
I could kill you in designer shit, or a Nike tech
Try tax me 45 for the pint, n***a suck a dick
When them n***as hop out on you, better up a Glick
You better not trip, turn that n***a gas, smoke him out the zip
I was hoppin' out tryna do the hit, now I send the blitz
Send heart eyes to my bitch
And she respond "You can fuck my bitch"
Fuck no I ain't tuckin', I'm on point, I'm gon' up it
You know this bitch too fast, I hit that switch, you can't duck it
I was rockin' VLONE, switch my fashion, now its 'miri shit
Denim in my closet cost a rack, nothin' less
Left him traumatized, he just watched his homie take his last breath
Cross your fingers, that's for Tali Gang, spin that block
N***a we don't stop 'til you don't got a gang
My young don't got no goddess
He don't wanna play sports or go to school, he love that violence
Try to tell him right, but he still gon' do wrong, that's all he know
They gon' give me 20 years before I go out like a ho
Let a n***a play me, n***a then its Rock-a-bye Baby
I know where you sleep, all it take is sittin', and some patience
Catch him comin' in, no comin' out, either way, you deadman
Hit him front so close, he done got blood all on my Lanvin's
N***a fuck the opps, know it's fuck the opps
Them n***as some bitches
If he ain't die, got his shit bad
Forgot about Lil Sixxty man them n***as still ain't get back
What happened to No Lack? He was lackin', now you big mad
No, I ain't kill Curry, but I know who did
Left him front that store, with his bitch ass
Heard they smoked the young one, he's a baby, he got did bad
How you gon' get signed and leave yo' n***as in the hood
Don't even make sure that they good
You lost a lot of n***as, long as you alive, you don't care
You rather hide, live your life in fear
You know just how it go, you drop a lo
N***as pull up ready to blow, n***as pull up ready to kill
Treat the beef like Call of Duty, you get hardpoints
And you rank go up after every drill
Redman hit your block with sticks and paint it red man
F&N got green and blue tips, get up close
Face shot, face time, rearrange your shit
Know you heard that through the grapevine, how my gang can get
We get real slimy, cutthroat, real grimy
Since that money come with power, I'm ghost, bro time me