[Intro]
Okay
Let's do it
Huh, huh, yeah
N***a
Uh

[Verse 1]
Pussy did my lil' brother in, okay, I see how we playin' it
I'm the man, n***a hate when I mix one, rather go to the penitentiary
I really saw souls hit the sky, I really seen killers cry
I really hang around n***as that'll cut off your fingers and take your fuckin' life
Foxes vs. foxes, yeah, I see how this shit gettin' played now
I'm really Otto vibin', I really wanna see some blood on this town
I been sittin' back and puttin' this puzzle together, I'm tryna figure this out
I wanna suit up for real, but Gotti told Bagg, "Make Fatt leave the town"
Chop his head like a fuckin' chicken, when I hit the city, Scats and еxtensions
When the hoеs around, we don't speak on business
I'll have that move to hit a Drac' at his kidney
How this shit goin', the OGs talkin', ain't listen
I put the switches on my hood and the city
How I'm feelin', when I see bro, I'ma—, pussy
These n***as comin' like fuckin' rookies, they ain't tryna kill a n***a
N***a, I put this shit on a n***a head for my hood, and that's just how I'm feelin'
I really had love for you, n***a, I really fucked with you, n***a
Takin' that lil' n***a soul and life from you like takin' away my kidney
Bro finna suit up and handle the business while Fatt Fox sign for these millions
I just called my mama like, "Quit your job" and I fuckin' meant it
I'm finna get these foxes all a pendant
If you ain't dyin' for this, you ain't gettin' a pendant
[Interlude]
I'm talkin' 'bout, n***a, I be really headfirst 'bout this shit, I'm talkin' 'bout smackin' shit

[Verse 2]
We finna cash out on steamers and Glocks
N***a, fox 'nem finna finna fuck up a lot of blocks
It's certain shit we can't do 'cause the feds hot
Talkin' 'bout Otto, you must want your head chopped
I done seen a lot of rich trap n***as flop
I got dope and bad bitches in the spot
They wanna smoke, got [?][1:23]
Anybody 'round me catch an M, I'ma bond 'em out
Everybody that's 'round me on murder timin', n***a, no coppin' out
All these n***as that's callin' my phone on demon time, can't calm 'em down

[Interlude]
That's just really how it's goin', like, it's a wrap now
Like, if any man on squashin', that type of time
Like, you can't come around me, like, it ain't shit you could do

[Verse 3]
I got a good connection with killers on camera
Bro gonna smack you soon as you up the guys
Just fucked a ho with a million followers
I left the pussy throbbin'
Bro 'nem really control choppers
I can give a junkie the keys for some dope and pasta