[Verse]
Look, when I heard that they had a hunnid on my head
I went inside the crib, and grabbed that hunnid off the bed
But you gon' need more than bread if you want me dead
Cause I got many men, that'll hop out mini-vans and kill any man
Play with the gang, it come with repercussions
I speak English, but this heat a Russian
You better not reach for nothing
Playing street, now he laying in the street for something
Back in school, I taught the teacher something
Cause I was bumping back, run up on me wrong
You'll be jumping back, .40 got a n***a doing jumping jacks
Head-shot, honor that, boy it ain't no coming back
Try to stand your ground, you gon get'cho ass put under that
Long live my brother Scrapp, he bitched grown mеn
I told him stand on all ten, cause you your own man
I'm the typе to follow you like I'm a whole fan
Hop out a old van, fuck up your whole plans n***a
Running O.T., that shit ain't safe too
Cause I got killers in the A too, and them n***as hang with Drake too
And ain't no drivebys, we footwork like we Phaze too
We all through they cuts we nailed one and we grazed two
And i Ain't gonna mention the dead, just remember they dead
We got Macs n' Uzis, they runnin' like Smokey n' Craig
But this is not a movie, you might catch a shot to the head
Like inside a movie, they gon' see inside of your head
The ones that seem to talk a lot, be the ones that walk a lot
Whenever we caught a opp, he caught a shot
Way before corona, we wore masks n***a
Just in case they tried to run, we brought a fast n***a
Don't be the last n***a
Yeah I rap, but don't get shit confused
Cause when I cut off Pro Tools, I use a different tool
I keep a different gun for when I'm in a different mood
You can get your top popped like you at Jiffy Lou
Look, and it ain't shit to find out where you lay at
That lil' hoe you think your hoe, she told us where you stay at
And money can't protect you, you would die in the Maybach
He won't never speak again, it ain't shit to say back
And free my n***a Beans, he was hoein' n***as
There weren't no question about no hits, he just go and get 'em
They ask me how I know this shit, cause I was blowin' wit'em
We weren't tryin' to do no talking, we was showin' n***as
Look, they know when the summer hit, we got drums and sticks
You know what come with this
Whoever speakin' down on Duck, then suck a dick
We got Glocks n' Choppas, spot 'em, got 'em
N***a running, he even hollering
He won't even get to see the doctor
He won't get to see tomorrow
Boy, that chopper open ya top up like the letter U
I got killers that pop up if I tell 'em to
If I let them loose, they might nail a few
N***as'll disappear like Cinderalla shoe
Bullets enter you, then exit you, then X out you
You think you tough? You off the pill, I'll shoot the X out you
And ain't no such things as giving passes
We was giving patches
Boy, this choppa got attachments, it'll unfold like a mattress
I don't leave the house without my blick, I keep it glued to me
So if you plan on shooting me, I'ma have to take a few with me
That's two or three, it's either you or me
And it ain't two of me
And this just the beginning, you might as well get used to me
N***a