[Intro]
(Chino Beats)
On my momma, I ain't scared of no n***a
Finna head straight to the trunk 'cause I ain't sparing no n***a
Bitch it's fair game, I'on care 'bout no n***a
You gon' find yourself in pain tryna fuck wit' Crow n***as

[Verse 1]
No hittas, no glizzys
No guns, no killas
This shit ain't no match for us, we just finna smoke n***as
Fuck shooting at backboards, really tryna dome n***as
What you bring your strap for, if you ain't finna blow n***as
I don't understand it, this shit outlandish
The body count been rising in our city, it's outstanding
That's no coincidence, it's just some shitty circumstances
He pulled up on the turf, but on the curb is where he landed
A shirt is what you printed, murder curse he finna vanish
Fuck what you been spending, boy, that purse a disadvantage
That shit motivation for a n***a who ain't got it
And they ain't got shit to lose anyway, so they just rob it
You walk around with that, like yo' ass can't come outta pocket
Like you can't get shot for the right fucking profit
Like you ain't got no weakness, like you can't come out yo' body
He say he hit a lick, probably shit was probably sloppy
[Verse 2]
It ain't nothing to go kidnap a n***a
Run up in yo' shit and clap you while yo' kid napping n***a
It ain't no Oscar waiting for you, keep on acting, n***a
Tell my shooters get they weight and just gon' keep on clapping, n***a
If you ain't got no hustle how you call that trapping, n***a
If you ain't got no strap then how the fuck you packin' n***a
If you ain't really out here how you call that active, n***a
And if you ain't making money, why you keep on rapping, n***a
I catch a opp lackin', finna acrobat that n***a
Tell the cops we still crackin' they can check my tats, n***a
All facts, metro know us, they've been tryna trap n***as
Caught the homie with the crack, fuck them undercover bitches

[Verse 3]
Tryna tap a n***a 'Yac, but I stay away from snitches
All homies I can't fuck wit', now I gotta keep my distance
N***as say I'm switching when I get to actin' different
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of that, just let me know who trippin'
Cut shit like a lumber jack
Twin XD's, I'on wanna rap
FN57 hollow points, you gon' get some of that
You can't run from that, hit his block up and run it back
Get the thunder clap
Get yo' watch, now you want it back
You can come and get it 'cause my bitch can't even fit it, we make fun of that
Turn a dime sack into a hunnid pack
I ain't sell no crack, marijuana where my market at
Need the HP, I can get that for like half a rack
(Chino Beats)
N***a stop fucking with me, before I turn you to a pack
Burn you to the ash, now you grass, and we do the dash
Finna bust yo' ass, I'ma pull up with the spooky mask
Funny shit, up the hunnid clip, and lift yo' goofy ass
[Outro]
Pull up from the hit and ain't even use a mask
All these n***as talking shit, but they usin' apps
All these n***as say they shootin', they ain't even strapped
Bring that MAC out and whip it, now you breathin fast