Mm-mm, mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother Haha, we finna walk this bitch Go, when I killed that nigga, I was fresh as shit Amiri my denims, Balenci' my kicks Fuck IG, I ain't postin' no pic We four deep with Dracs and switches Swing my door, niggas fallin' and trippin' Belt to ass, we the reason they cliquin' Catch two more, I'm double digits, go I don't tote nothin' less than a Glock or Drac', that other shit be jammin' You can't label no rapper, bitch, I'm still out here spinnin' I clap shit up, better ask the trenches I left eight dead, but one nigga pendin' Switch on the back, tap once, it's empty, go, go High-speed chase, don't wrap the V Fuck Lil Tjay and Munchie G I ain't duckin' shit, ain't no secret beef Same nigga trollin', now he RIP I chased niggas down with my bare feet Come here, where you goin'? You ain't no runnin' from me Took a shot to the leg, I was out same week My first day clear and I went up three I'm a top spinner, niggas know I'm elite Caught three niggas on my 19C His ass ain't gang, he ain't caught no B It's me and Von in a SRT Spin out West, then we spin over East Fuck these niggas, I ain't pushin' no peace Niggas be bitches, be duckin' that beef, go (Alright, you know that) When we pull up, we gon' all bounce out on three (Bounce) We don't shoot out cars, we park the V and get on feet (Come here) This a brand new ARP, Baby Spark got it for free (Took his ass) We swung them doors, he tripped and fell, we left his dumb ass by a tree (Dumbass) I love my glasses, I be shootin' shit from deep Me and bronem ride around spinnin' off Lil Jeff in the Jeep I'm really fucked up in my head, boy, I be shootin' at my feet (Grrah, grrah, grrah) Q50 say he got a goofy, take him down, that nigga sweet (His goofy ass) Catch his ass tryna get fresh (Dumbass), leave his dumb ass Unique (His dumb ass) Say he had bread on my head and then he died the same week (His dead ass) Uh, Backend a cluck, he need his Perc' or he gon' tweak I know the opps be mad as hell when they get clapped up by a geek Don't take his J, that shit look cheap (Cheap) We put Romain ass on a tee (His dead ass) Don't come around without no B I'm tryna slide, who got the key? (Who got the key?) 'Fore I leave out, put on my ski (My ski) 12 hit the lights and we gon' flee (Gone) Aim at his mouth, shoot out his teeth (You know that) We in the field, put on your cleats (Bitch) Ayy, Von, them niggas' side on point So when we bounce, we gotta creep We treat his ass like a keyboard We get on top and press delete That nigga sayin' he lost his mind Man, I said that shit was weak Don't get your ass on side this ride 'Cause that's how that bitch get beat Ayy, Von, you heard about lil' Bre? The light skin one that got the cheek? That bitch do dicks from West to East Man, hell yeah, that bitch a eat He dissed the gang he rest in peace Money on my head, shot me in my knee Man, I just found out where they be You want the Drac' or the 223?