(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