Grrt, come here

Headshot, back shot, overkill (overkill)
Ain't gon' crash, Shaq got wheel (skrrt, skrrt)
Niggas get tough when they off pills
Crashed out, then died, this shit get real (this shit get real)
Don't think I'm a rapper, I'm still in the field (I'm still in the field)
Can't tussle with my bitch, poker neck in the hills (poker neck)
I'm missin' the guys, I don't know how I feel (I don't know)
I got deep scars, I don't know how to heal (never gon' heal)
He got hit up from the face, chest and the waist, the doctors don't know he'll live (don't know he'll live)
I was on the phone with the opps and dropped my lo', had button in front of the crib (grrt)
Buddy must thought he was fast, I got on his ass, glizzy gang, put shots in his ribs (come here, come here)
Never had problems at home and I wasn't mental, I just was a bad-ass kid (a bad-ass kid)

Out in traffic, Scat Pack what I ride, with the guys, we gettin' fried (I'm gettin' fried)
I know an opp was dissin' all on live, next week, that nigga died (that nigga died)
I ain't gon drop a diss, I'm with the shit, play ball, we known to slide (skrrt, skrrt)
Shaq Dawg different, that's why I love my brother, he known to shoot and drive (bah)
Can't forget my mask, I know an opp died on a catch-that-ass (catch-that-ass)
Straight, we ridin' fast, not even ours, we got this off the Pad (skrrt)
We bounced out on him, didn't even run, he been knew he was grass (come here, come here)
Glizzy, that's my tweaker, he on go, he known to get on ass (who that? Who that?)
Lil' Kayla mad, went to jail and got back out, my new bitch over bad (over bad)
Niggas be frontin' they move, steady talkin' 'bout guns that they ain't never had (ain't never had)
Every time we do a vlog, police steady come, Onna Couch, I think he Vlad (I think he Vlad)
He was just callin' her phone, talking 'bout: Pop out: Days later, he went out sad (went out sad)

Headshot, back shot, overkill (overkill)
Ain't gon' crash, Shaq got wheel (skrrt, skrrt)
Niggas get tough when they off pills
Crashed out, then died, this shit get real (this shit get real)
Don't think I'm a rapper, I'm still in the field
Can't tussle with my bitch, poker neck in the hills (poker neck)
I'm missin' the guys, I don't know how I feel (I don't know how I feel)
I got deep scars, I don't know how to heal (that's never gon' heal)
He got hit up from the face, chest and the waist, the doctors don't know he'll live (grrt)
I was on the phone with the opps and dropped my lo', had button in front of the crib (who that? Who that?)
Buddy must thought he was fast, I got on his ass, glizzy gang, put shots in his ribs (grrt)
Never had problems at home and I wasn't mental, I just was a bad-ass kid (a bad-ass kid)