CJayy, uh CJayy
Uh, ay look

Let me tell you bout this n***a he would always run his mouth
He be gangster on the gram talking bout what he bout
Like how you hopped up off the porch but you still up on the couch
N***a said he from the north but he really from the south

So I had to tell him, told that pussy n***a that i’m with it
Bitch I never been a pussy, I ain’t like these other n***as
Bitch i’ve been up in the streets and bitch i’ve been up in the trenches
Put some money on your head have some killers come and get you

But then i’m like damn cause I can’t even focus on this rap
See I got kicked up out the house and I was down bad on my ass
But why these n***as hating on me talking bout my music trash
But you asked me for a feature and you said my music trash

Back what I was saying bout this n***a on the gram
He feeling untouchable showing pistols in his cam
I’m starting to read this n***a mind, I can see he gotta plan
And I know he ain’t a shooter he just do it for the gram

N***as walking through the alley with black hoodies like who that
Like bitch you better not come over here we got them straps
Bitch you better not come over here you gonna get blast
One phone call get yo stupid ass whacked
I just got a girl to set him up, like where you at
Find out his location then we stamp it on the map
I can see he tryna talk this shit out ain’t none of that
But let me get back to the part when we was talking about the map

So I hit up all my cousins you know they be trapping serving
And I told him ima need me assist no Kyrie Irving
Even though I try my hardest in school it wasn’t working
They arrived we grab the blicks and masks we about purging

So we loaded all the uzi’s and pistol’s we bout to blow shit
Like you know my n***as really be with it, you should of knew this
So we hopped up in the stoley we riding we bout to do this
So I saw him then I hopped out and shot him he died clueless

Bitch, aye
Gang gang gang