[Chorus]
I'ma start, free Racks
Know how I get, I be quick to attack, I'ma bail out the Track
Chasin' him down, tryna put all these shots in his crown, he was found wit' a hole in his back, go
It's free Mani to death, pull from the three, I'ma shoot like I'm Steph
N***as is mad that my big brother took they AR, we was purchasin', ain't nun' left, come on like
Free Ro he was droppin' off percs in the hood, he be breakin' the bread
They told me never to show all the cards that was dealt, so ain't no n***a takin' the hand
Took a gun on the bend
She like to kiss on the tats but we facked, so I feel like the man
I'm finna get us up outta the trenches wit' this one, lil' brodie you know I ain't playin', go

[Verse]
Uh, you don't get what I'm sayin'?
I'm tryna slide and this n***a be playin', so I had took his strap, told his dumbass take a lap or I'm gon' get to sprayin'
She tryna take her a nap but I'm up, so lil' bitch let me fack or I'm goin' to bed
And you know how we playin', choppa shells rip off his legs, so that 4 nickel tappin' his head, sco'
And know we leavin' 'em dead, up in the V and this lil' n***a scared
Ain't bring his gun, guess he wasn't prepared
How the fuck did you bitch n***as die from a leg shot?
7.62 make his head knock, if you pull up, I'm dumpin' every car
And you better be quick on your feet, I leave shit in the streets
Foreign G, I hit every block
I'm tired of ridin' wit' chop, I think I'm finna stop, so I'm grabbin' the glitch
Mir and lil' Dre light-skin ass is a bitch, when the fuck was he out here sendin' the blitz?
Put his ass on the list, he wouldn't even count as a point, so I'm done, I'm not even finna diss
She like how I rap, so bae give me a kiss, I bet you never seen a lil' n***a wit' this
[Chorus]
I'ma start, free Racks
Know how I get, I be quick to attack, I'ma bail out the Track
Chasin' him down, tryna put all these shots in his crown, he was found wit' a hole in his back, go
It's free Mani to death, pull from the three, I'ma shoot like I'm Steph
N***as is mad that my big brother took they AR, we was purchasin', ain't nun' left, come on like
Free Ro he was droppin' off percs in the hood, he be breakin' the bread
They told me never to show all the cards that was dealt, so ain't no n***a takin' the hand
Took a gun on the bend
She like to kiss on the tats but we facked, so I feel like the man
I'm finna get us up outta the trenches wit' this one, lil' brodie you know I ain't playin', on foenem grave