[Intro]
Ayy, first off rest in piss, that's to the dead opps
On foenem

[Verse]
First off rest in piss that’s to the dead opps
N***as be shootin' anywhere, we walk up, we shoot head shots
Bend them blocks with many Glocks, be outside swear they better not
Hit your top, you do a squat, on bus stops that's yo last stop
Off this pill, I’m zooted, hit that Tooka, make my head stop
Come thru and they scoomin', gunshot boomin', catch a head shot
Pull up then we wound 'em, then we zoomin' to the next opp
Pick a side, you choosin', after you choose them, you a dead opp
If you disrespectin', I'ma have my killas fetch you
Fucked yo’ baby momma, she was ugly but I stretched her
She said when you see yo’ daughter, she gon' send a message (A message)
And you love that bitch so much, don’t see she tryna set you
You just fucked up
You think no, you didn't
All in his head I think he just shitted
Red tape and yellow, I know that he finished
Tweak on the 'Gram, better stay out my business
Better shoot up the funeral and make sure they feel it
N***as kept cool, that's one in a million
Think I’m gon' slide, I ain't slid in a minute
I miss 'Numbanine, lil' n***a a menace
Servin' the 8 ball like I could play tennis
Been king of drill, they should put me in Guinness
Say what I want, Ion care who offended
Look at my chain, VVS in the pendant
I could shoot fully or switch it to the semi
Smokin' FatHead to the brain, I could feel it
They screamin' gang, but we the inventors (On foenem)
I just touched a bag (Touched a bag)
Remember Lil Jay, he in the county, he still fuckin' fags (Fuckin' fags)
Caught JoJo on his bike, they shot him off his mags
And Wooski ain't the same, he got hit in his head
We thought his ass was dead
But he got up (Got up)
Ayy, What the fuck? (What the fuck?)
Bitch yo' ass a opp if you don't ride with us (Ride with us)
Come thru and they flippin', tryna line you up (Tryna line you up)
Ayy, say you STL, you tryna ride with Duck?
You better nut up, bitch, we bloodas
Ayy, say you with the opps, you in trouble
Ayy, in the field, I scored a triple-double
Ayy, shootout with the opps, we make them suffer
We just dug 'em, they in trouble
Ayy, better not wife that bitch, you better not cuff her
Ayy, actin' like a killa, you a lover
You a sucka, I can't trust her
Rollin' with gang, smokin' Brick in the lobby
Bitch, we the real, these n***as gon' Coby
Top from a thot, you know that it's sloppy
Drippin' designer, you know that I'm poppin'
Grams of the dope, you know that I'm coppin'
Back in this shit, now who gonna stop me?
DoDo got hit in the head when he dropped stick
Smokin' that K.I, I feel like I'm off it
Bitch, I set it up
Bitch, I'm tented up
Bitch, I spend it up
You don't spend enough
You ain't with the shit enough
You ain't gang, you don't send it up
Know 6' don't send it up
Kill opps, we kill enough
[Outro]
On foenem
It's still FTO, on foenem, fuck the other side
You know how we bomin' on gang
You know how I'm bomin', on foenem, man
You know how we comin', man
On gang, this the 6', on foenem
This shit ain't dead, man
We still out here, on foenem