[Intro]
I see you in them pots, Deltah
Look

[Verse]
Yo' homie died and you cried, bitch, slide
And them boys ain't hidin', they always outside
N***a play with mine, a n***a won't play with one of mine
Got ten guns in the house, and I stay with one of mine
But I ain't gotta do shit, I just press a button
Foenem ain't for nothin', them boys always up to somethin'
We hit yo' block up with drums like what's with the assumptions?
Laser on the gun just in case they get to runnin'
Trav' got great precision, he fuck around and stop an engine
We couldn't wait to catch that n***a, you know you a shitbag pendin'
Ain't no driveby's, we do walk-ups, we make sure it's finished
I put a hunnid K on yo' head and do it grinnin'
I know fifteen of yo' n***as, ten gangsta, the other five hoes
I could give a fuck about who know me, the other side know
They ain't wanna' let us in, I snuck through the side door
Fo' just gave 'em ten, fuck it, we gon' give 'em five more (Ayy)
I call lil' fo' GPS the way he find lo's
The way he pop up out the cut, you'd think a line rose
Couple my n***as died, but they died Moes
And yeah, a couple they n***as slid, but they tried though
I was the one on punishment, you couldn't play with me
We come through with blowers like we rakin' leaves from A to Z
Then spray and leave, yeah, we make n***as lay in peace
My gun should go half on the rent 'cause this bitch stay wit' me
Free my n***a Babbo, he mister run up on yo' car though
Who done died? The Hell if I know
They wanna know, told 'em God knows
N***as get in jams and hit high notes
You ain't got yo' gun, I got mine though
He say he a hunnid, well give 'em nine more
I keep it like G like Giordano's
I can't lie though, you make a right though, I make a left
Broke in ya' trap, that's Klay and Steph
Then I pop out like right in the flesh
Fantasy Drive, you know the rest
Them choppas get utilized, you can get crucified, n***a we unified, you a lie
Foenem pulled up wit' a Uber sign, and they pullin' up like the Uber ride, you'll die
Look at me, who am I? Lookin' like God, well fuck it, I guess it's Rooga time
We hit 'em so many times they couldn't identify 'em, I hate to signify 'em
They got me in go mode, I smoke gas like Golo, I be dolo
Bitch, I'm hot as cocoa, I ball so much I might just go pro
I don't know, but someone did it, he got left by someone fishin'
That was fishy, got 'im [?] since he really think he wit' it
But he ain't, what the fuck buddy think, I ain't go no rank
I hate to waste a n***a like a cup of drank (on foenem grave)
How the fuck you from the city but runnin' from the city?
We got three drums and they switches, that's 150
To keep it real, ain't none of these rappers really fuckin' wit' me
And that's word to [?] merch, we run the city