[Intro]
Pipe that shit up, TNT
You know, I don't really, I ain’t really on that gangbanging shit but you know them young n***as, they don't even play
Tellin' you, know what I’m sayin'?
It's cool to go to school, I went to school, you know what I'm sayin'?
You know what I'm sayin'?
MikeMadeThe808s
Hit you up for life
When I say big dawg boss, big dawg boss, you know what I'm sayin’?
What up? What up?
Bitch, I’m, c'mon, man, bitch, you know what’s up with me
Brr, hah

[Chorus]
Ain't got to pay no shooters, because they paid
Tryna bodybag a n***a and that's on Reniyah grave
ATR and we take war shit deeply
I done seen too many fall to let you bitches beat me
Okay, so wipe a n***a's nose or somethin’, yeah
Send a n***a home or somethin', yeah
Pop a n***a dome or somethin', yeah
Get a n***a gone or somethin', yeah
Rock out with that chrome or somethin', yeah
Yeah, get a n***a gone or somethin', yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, go pop a n***a dome or somethin', yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse]
N***a, on my brother, I got a cutter with a hundred in it
Hit a n***a street with that heat and have him jumpin' fences
Chris got a yopper, he the youngest but the fuckin' dumbest
N***as want war with the gang but they ain't got no money
New rental plug, we tinted up, they never seen us comin'
I told lil' bro that I got ten and we can fuckin' run it
Let's go to war, let's go to war, may the best win
For the love of money, I seen best friends kill best friends
Six bales and give a n***a three hours, he'll be on the news
I was on my way to Cali when bruh got knocked out his shoes
From my block to your block, n***as is gettin' blues
The streets ain't for these lil' boys, you better stay in school

[Chorus]
Ain't got to pay no shooters, because they paid
Tryna bodybag a n***a and then someone on your grave
ATR and we take war shit deeply
I done seen too many fall to let you bitches beat me
Okay, so wipe a n***a's nose or somethin', yeah
Send a n***a home or somethin', yeah
Pop a n***a dome or somethin', yeah
Get a n***a gone or somethin', yeah
Rock out with that chrome or somethin', yeah
Yeah, get a n***a gone or somethin', yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, go pop a n***a dome or somethin', yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Outro]
That's what I'm tellin' you, n***a
Say what the fuck you want 'bout the gang
I bet you still don't wanna go to war
I bet you don't want no smoke
This n***a ain't got no money to be beefin', man
You n***as crazier than a bitch
Yeah, the streets too dry to be tryna go to war with a n***a with some money, man
Three, four racks, man, he'll walk right up on your ass
Better stop playin'