[Intro]
This that shit that have you goin' a hunnid on the e-way
Stop the car, let me out, I left him laying on the freeway
Got n***as shooting behind me after me like it's a relay
Blow his candles out his candlelight, call it a murder b-day (Brr,brr)
Check the scoreboard
N***a you can check the stats sheet
Run shit down like Sha'Carri in the track meet
Foot on him their necks

[Verse]
Put his noodles on concrete
Aye n***a
Business is what we standing on
Bullets hit his back, tell him to show it off like it's Vlone
Few things I don't play about, money, and respect, and my drones
You see me, might play around, but I got bodiеs on my dome n***a
Shot a n***a at fifteen, I never lookеd back since
Slam dunk a opp, my arm in the rim like I'm Vince
Purple bandana, purple, I feel purple 'rain like I'm Prince (Crip, crip,crip,crip,crip,crip)
I'm a money-making n***a, but I can't go out like Mitch N***a (Brrt, brrt)
I bet them bullets change the subject
Why you stop suckin' my dick, bitch you seen I ain't nut yet
N***as can talk all they want, I still ain't been touched yet
Brodie tell me chill, he know I kill but, n***a fuck that (N***a fuck that)
Cause if I don't get 'em, they got me
If I don't feel 'em, they bodied
Put thirty-three in them, Scottie, no Pippen
When bullets hit him, inject him
He feel 'em like penicillin
We put n***as past the ceiling, in the sky giving God a vision
Murder, murder
Killing, killing
Dirty .30 filled with sinnin'
For certain, I'm murkin' a person thinking that I ain't with it
Close the curtain, hospital visions
We flat lot of them bitches double back
Now that them n***as hit up his spine, now he Crippin'
[Outro]
Spine now he Crippin', n***a
Crip, n***a
NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Like what man? I'll drop 'em
Man, I'll slaughter, n***a
These n***as know what we standin' on