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