Gotta even the score
(This shit personal)
Ain’t nothin to talk about
(Boosie BadAzz)

Fuck that talkin (Fuck that)
Up that 40
We don’t do drive-bys
Walk up get ??
Took one of mine
Need one of yours
Even the losses
We goin keep runnin down on you
Till we exhausted
We left the sticks at the crib this time
It’s handguns
This shit personal
We left the sticks at the crib this time
It’s handguns
This shit personal

Strap in my pocket
Don’t need no holster (nah)
Don’t need no drugs n***a
Do this shit sober
The Glock got titties on it
You goin get fucked over
And I want all the smoke
No pressure
Ain’t no choking
We trynna even the score
They ain’t even leaving the post
Took one of mine
I need one of yours
So we gotta even approach
Lights off, Mask on
Creep silent
Red lights on, Guntalk
Keep silent (shhhh)
Fuck that talkin (Fuck that)
Up that 40
We don’t do drive-bys
Walk up get ??
Took one of mine
Need one of yours
Even the losses
We goin keep runnin down on you
Till we exhausted
We left the sticks at the crib this time
It’s handguns
This shit personal
We left the sticks at the crib this time
It’s handguns
This shit personal

(Boosie BadAzz)
This shit personal n***a
This shit personal
2020 fucked up
We with that murder
We don't do talkin la n***a
Run wit vultures la n***a
Left the stick
And brung the 9
Im goin stand ova you n***a
Na they got gutta (they got gutta)
They killed my brother (they killed my brother)
I ran down on em
??
So you a hoe boy
You a hoe
I keep me a 40
Runnin down on these n***as
Till we tired and exhausted
Tell em Burga
Fuck that talkin (Fuck that)
Up that 40
We don’t do drive-bys
Walk up get ??
Took one of mine
Need one of yours
Even the losses
We goin keep runnin down on you
Till we exhausted
We left the sticks at the crib this time
It’s handguns
This shit personal
We left the sticks at the crib this time
It’s handguns
This shit personal