[Produced By Luca Vialli]

[Intro]
I don't know what the fuck these pussy ass n***as talking 'bout
As soon as I got that muthafucking check, I went and bought me 20 guns
N***a I don't bullshit....
I'm not worried bout a muthafucka, not worried bout a soul
If a n***a lookin' for me, he know how to find me
I'm riding... I'm riding around North 10th
I just want to make sure I go out like Tony
I want to go out like Tony Montana
Look...

[Verse 1]
They calling me Bibby Gambino
Trap out the corner like Nino (Trap out the corner)
These rappers be stealing the lingo (For forty I'll get you a kilo)
I heard that you work with the people
I don't want to meet you my verses are lethal
I'm riding with birds in the regal that eagle
You gon' need a hearse when I see you
Like Trae tha Truth, bitch I'mma asshole
All you fuck n***as Donnie Brasco
I get mad tho, drop the cash flow
Let the Mac go, keep 'em masked tho
And most of these n***as is phony
They pussy I call 'em jabroni
My lil baby choppa is on me, I pray that I go out like I'm Tony
I pray that I end up like I'm Diddy
Young n***a got keys to the city
Riding around town with the fifty
Ready to die bitch I'm Biggie
'Bout to go cop me a Bentley, hollow tips all up in the semi
Ay who that is riding in that new Benz right there
It's that fuck n***a Bibby
That be the fuck n***as hatin'
Hate to see young n***as make it
Them games my n***as don't play it
Threaten my life Imma spray it
Going for the home run fuck a base hit
Where the cash at, I'm young and impatient
N***as hate I'mma stunt in they faces
Run the check up and throw it to they faces
And we use to stash some guns in the basement
Young n***a sell jugs out the vacant
Lil Chris in the cut, he gon' blaze 'em
Pussy n***a try to run we gon' chase him
Dope spot had the whole east baking
Free G Gill out the feds he face it
25 years cause the police racist
For bucks who up you know he’ll take it
No limit ass n***a, and I'm grinding
Young n***a got the city all behind me
All these rappin' ass n***as try'na sign me
In the hood with the killers where you'll find me
I am not a rapper, I am just a trapper
You are just an actor, you are not a factor
If a bitch try'na set me up I'mma wack her
Pop wasn't around, I'm a young fresh bastard (Aye)
[Outro]
Hurry up and kill me, fuck you n***a...
Na-na-nah, "Hurry Up And Kill Me" is an album
"Hurry Up And Kill Me" is an album
Aye...
Aye...
Aye, Aye