Yeah, yeah nigga
I ain't playin' with you bitch ass niggas
Niggas know I step on shit, nigga
I'm Koming

Lost my brother, niggas knowing what I'm on
Even my momma know
It's a hundred in every K, what y'all choppa hold
That lack-on-black crime vicious, nigga
He got cooked like some soul food
You go out like that, you are not a donk
Ain't in that lo if baby 8's ain't in the car
Been sitting on his ass for four days, I felt that in my heart
Seen him in the intersection, left that nigga low parked
Wasn't really on that and he ain't really make it far
When I ran into his ass it was over
Faced him like I took a selfie of him, I got close up
Hate them town home niggas
In the jitty, only time that I throw 4's up
But ain't no pass for 44th, niggas know we coming
Niggas know what's coming
Niggas know we hunting

Spin with blue flags, throw them off I think we onto something
Stood over 'cause with the switch and start choking on me
How you the real boogieman and we smoked your cousin
Niggas always frontin'
I threw sach for that, stop acting like y'all smoked my brother
Jump out, I love revenge, it's always repercussions
Sit and wait, you know timing is of the essence

I function with the West, I ain't trippin' over K
Homies ain't feelin' that, it is what it is
I know baby K steppin'
I love pig, I got scenes with lil bro, he on whatever
Don't take her back when she fat, that means you care
You gotta let her have some free game for you, pimpin'
But back to this murder shit, we some real killers
Every time I have to blow my pole
I lost one, so I was in my feelings
That get back be feeling great, it just hit different
Famous but still buy a striker, push that bitch to Stockton
Ayy, how you gon' speak on a nigga that got it poppin'
Got up on 'cause with fully switch, but it just started lockin'
Ain't even run back to the car, I just started jogging
Ayy, my shit jammed, I took the pole from bro, I ain't got no option

But before this rap shit got poppin' I was fully rockin'
Hundred thousand dollar Cuban piece, this ain't S&I
Had the drop but I ain't have no striker, I took the bitch ride
Gettin' shit done, grab two more, this gon' be my 5th time
I can tell this nigga never did a stand over
Ain't never had a momma airbrushing t-shirts
Then went and birthed that pussy bitch, I hope that she hurt
Yeah, took out that trash
Big homies can't say nothin' to me
Told boy boy he ain't got a body, I ain't bumpin' with him
New nigga hopped inside that lo with me, he was fuckin' with it
Damn near spinned they store by myself, had them duckin' switches

The last nigga was a weenie but I still popped him
Semi-autos played out like some Foamposites
When I was 17 years old, I was dome poppin'
Left the house with Michael Drac, I ain't have no options
Spot a nigga, already know the deal
Ducking for hours off the perc, that's how I know it's real
Know if I throw this Euro bag someone will get in jail
Dead tomorrow, dead then, nigga that's a long list
Y'all dissin' me in songs, bloods y'all worrying about the wrong shit
The nigga out there smokes y'all homie, nigga smoke him
Vance cousin died, next day he made a whole diss
You shoulda double back, you worried about the wrong shit

Can't tell what you on, so we can bump nigga, sup
I'm that nigga droppin' pins, you the one that makes store runs
Tell niggas send that lo more than several times, I'm gon' come
Some niggas say the Drakey think I kick
But when I shoot this bitch it don't jump
Don't bring your lil hoe around me, I'm gon' bump
I'm not gon' fuck on her, ayy, I'm gonna get some skins

Wasn't in the pen gettin' pushed on by suckas
No, I ain't lil Leek
Them 7th Street niggas got bodies
We ain't like niggas from the P
Jumped out the Maybach, had to drop the ski
Be real, I can't name one out that dropped on me
Really catching all the bs, don't let them cap
Only bring Tawny out when I tell you that nigga really got no hats

Ayy, go catch you one
Four of your homies dead, it's time to hang it up
I hate a bitch that act boujee when she a duck
Any bitch that's talking about some money
Gotta get me some
Gz