B4 (feat. The Godfather & 9000 Rondae)

Bitch

You know what the fuck goin' on, **** (Free the guys, RIP the guys)

Yeah

Shh, shh (Yeah), shh (Yeah)

Shred, Shred, Shred, Shred, Shred

I had bodies in the streets before time up

Good aim, gon' hit him in the head when it rise up (Come here)

Addicted to the lean, I love my cup

Hit a **** bitch, she tried to play like I'm not the one (Ha)

I've been strippin' **** way before I told y'all

I scream Yay Yay, they comin' like a roll call

Diamonds in my earrings look like snowballs (Damn)

Sixteen for twenty-three, that's that low ball (Yeah)

We had Glocks before we gave 'em what they want

I don't take 'em serious, think they gon' play? I bet they won't

Why they got him pushin' point? Get his shot, I bet he choke

Think he safe 'cause he in the joint? I still can get him smoked

Man, get a **** touched, get his head wrapped

Used to take him on a plane, so how they brung the mail back?

I don't sell crack, take a hit, gon' count up every rack

Gotta hold it with two hands 'cause the switchy on the strap, well

I'll send a bitch and make her bring a bag back (Uh-huh)

Then go buy some Dracs and have the hood lookin' like Baghdad

With it or without it, **** treat me like I'm Mad Max

All through they section with the Drac', I'm 'bout to tap it

Mask on, but they could tell by how I'm shootin', bro, that's pat man

Hit they block broad day, give a fuck about the backlash

Have your mans eatin' bullets while he runnin', now he Pac-Man

Pussy ass still livin', would've died, but the strap jammed

Eenie-meenie-miney-moe, somebody finna die

He can hold the shit he seen, so he went and testified

Make the wrong move, I'ma shoot, you gon' be next to God

I can't never put this gun down, I'm steppin' for the guys

Then go ink pink pepper stink then hit him with the fully

Come through shootin' this bitch just like Mello with the hoodie (Yeah)

I've been tryna chill and get paper, but **** tryna push me (Huh?)

Ain't gon' be happy 'til I'm poppin' out they bushes

I be with motherfuckin' dogs, boy, you be with the pussies

Play the game on hall of fame, ****, you keep it on rugby

You finally shot your first ****, boy, oh, you want a cookie?

Compact Glock hittin' anybody, call it Snooky (Yeah)