(Lil Fox, why you so godly, 'cause?)
(Damn Drako, you made this)

Alright, they play with you, ain't shit to talk about just pull up, hop out, shoot
And I don't really like to talk a lot 'cause people hate the truth
Bitch, I popped out with a M then hopped right back in the booth
Hit this block the wrong way, we turn your Chevy to a coupe
You keep talking 'bout you did this and that, boy, who the fuck is you?
When we swarmed him, those he froze, his bitch ass ain't know what to do (bitch ass)
I love this money shit but this shit keep reminding me of Mook
Man, I really hate my opps, them niggas pussier than Boo
And I can't love no bitch at all, bitch, I'ma dog like Uncle Snoop
This not a game but we'll kill your ass and run through all your loot
When we catch him, whoo, I'm takin' the driver gun and bounce out, shoot at you
Tryna guard me, I'ma cross a nigga up like Uncle Drew
12 hit the lights, pushed on the gas and now he driving like a crew
It's just me, G5 and Frog and we just poured a triple deuce
I'm in traffic with a opp, ho' gettin' more neck than a goose
I know them opp niggas want us bad, I told the backend I'm moving loose
Take all that acting killing shit to an auditioning for Zeus
Bitch, I got respect, I bought a gun and put that bitch to use (grah, grah)
Every time lil bro nem pop a perc they say: RIP to Juice
They say the opps out tryna party like the army, I sent a nuke, nigga
Tryna run and I'ma chase you down, I'm fast, I used to hoop
Dissed on the gang, now that nigga in a box dressed in a suit
The opp just dropped a song, that bitch so weak we played that shit on mute
And if you seen the shit I seen, your bitch ass'll probably puke
Brand new Track' straight off the lot, man, this bitch drive like it got boot
Say he can't slide 'cause they not on they block, boy, that's not no excuse
Fuck BKN but I'm locked in with Leek, we kicking shit like Bruce
I never lied, Smiley called my mama tryna call a truce
That nigga ran but he ain't get away, we shot him out his shoes
Niggas acting like they that but ain't get back, I know a few
They say Rody told on bro, I can't believe it but it's true
Say he had 10K on my head and now he dead, I know he blown
The opps outside, I'm down to slide but what 'bout you
I got four eyes, bro, you just drive and I'ma shoot
Ten mill, .45s, don't play with .9s, boy that's not cute
Shots to the leg, shots to the head, that nigga threw