[Intro]
It’s Kosfinger Baby
Yo Lucas, Ya heard?

[Verse 1: SugarHill Ddot]
Fuck 40 Cal. man You know that we smoke 'em
I told bro just to pass me the bolder
I don't know how they dissing my dead’s Like
All of they friends on they side yea they dead
JayRip, Nazzy, C-Hi, Blay
All them n***as is dead in a grave
That's on bro n***as got me on hots
I told BBG: “Pass me the chop, Ima Flock”
Don't forget that's it's still free 30
Always on court, 14 on my jersey
See the Gz Ima clear up the scene
Smoking on Dummy got put on a T
Like all Amiri, on my body
Fuck that, I just been smoking on Lotti
On court tryna make every basket
Catch a 9RAQ and Ima get to clappin (like)

[Verse 2: BBG Steppaa]
They know I keep a heater for all of my opps
And we spinnin' if we get the drop
They know we winning they easy to pop
We addicted to sinning and squeezing dem
Glocks
They spun the B now we beating they block
This 4-0 got a beam you could see if they shot
Bro let it sing make 'em bleed with a chop
We gon bless you for sneezing and cleaning ya snot
We hit they block now they wanna track me
Can't no opp ever say that he packed me
DaDa keep rappin got jumped and ain't clap heat
Should've been us to catch him would've clapped 'em
And I stay with a gun we don't do no lacking
You could run either way ima blast it
You ain't gone blow that lil n***a pass it
Bullets we throw that like we in Madden
[Verse 3: Sugarhill Ddot & BBG Steppaa]
Like, fuck Diddy
Yea I stay on that shit
If I catch me a goon, Ima flare at the whip
4-5 hit is mind, yea I stay with a grip
I know a opp that got shot in his Leg
And the other one died in the whip
That could never be me
Would of up'd my blick
(Grah, Grah, Grah)
(Grah, Grah)
(Like, Like)
We tryna catch one head out the V
And we spun and they fled made 'em bail on they feet
I know a opp use his head for his meat
Almost died to these bitches tryna get some cheeks
It's a new n***a dissin' every week
N***as ain't do shit to be saying it's beef
I keep my led every day of the week
N***a why is you scared if you up in these streets

[Outro]
Fuck 40 county man you that we smoke em’
I told bro just to pass me the bolder
I don't know how they dissing my dead’s Like
All of they friends on they side yea they dead
They know I keep a heater for all of my opps
And we spinnin' if we get the drop
They know we winning they easy to pop
We addicted to sinning and squeezing dem
Glocks