Every fuckin' track, you heard?

It's that DudeyLo ****, man, shot after fuckin' shot

Like, yo, Hardhead, how many fuckin' tracks we gon' geek on, bro?

Baow, baow, baow (Hardheaded, baby)

Come here, baow, baow

Let me talk, let me give them a visual

Better walk with it, don't let 'em get to you

Brains all on the floor, it was critical

Hospital sound, well, you know that he—

Well, you know that he dead

Like this Glock, he got one in the head

Mama need me, can't think about death

Throw first, DudeyLo, I'm the threat (Ah, ah, baow)

That's what you hear when it's time for the doctors to get 'em

Rainy day, we just caught us a victim

Paint the city, they play with my twinnem, baow, baow

Like, like how many times did I say I don't play about mines?

You think I'm just sayin' this shit 'cause it rhyme?

This is the sound that you hear when he—

What you hear when he die

I ain't gon' lie, lost bro and I cried

Park the V, spinnin' nights on they side

You ain't hear 'bout what happened to—

No, I can't say his name

Word to my dead, I don't care 'bout the fame

And if they send me the addy, I came

I got scenes in the night, I got scenes in the day

And, and these bitches, and these bitches gon' get you in trouble

Think with your dick, you get put in a duffle

Or she might just really wanna fuck you

See, see, that's where it get tricky, is it worth it to die for some kitty?

But what if it's pain and that pussy get drippy?

Fuck it, I'ma just go with my blicky

Let me talk, let me give them a visual

Better walk with it, don't let 'em get to you

Brains all on the floor, it was critical

Hospital sound, well, you know that he—

Well, you know that he dead

Like this Glock, he got one in the head

Mama need me, can't think about death

Throw first, DudeyLo, I'm the threat (Ah, ah, baow)

They thought it was sweet, had to switch up the plan

Big gun, I made most of them ran

I was out bendin' when they said I can't

Summertime, I was troopin' when they was in camp

They say they opps, but I think they fans

They don't come to this block, they just chill on the 'Gram

They don't pick up they knock and come let that shit blam

Bro got touched, we was spinnin' like fans

Like, wait, I'm 'bout to tell 'em

Wait, let me tell 'em how we really get

Wait, let me tell 'em how we get in V's and somehow every time somebody end up hit

Wait, what? Please don't forget

Please don't forget what we did to your friend

Please don't forget about boy that was ballin' on court, but we had to put him on a bench

Let me talk, let me give them a visual

Better walk with it, don't let 'em get to you

Brains all on the floor, it was critical

Hospital sound, well, you know that he—

Well, you know that he dead

Like this Glock, he got one in the head

Mama need me, can't think about death

Throw first, DudeyLo, I'm the threat (Ah, ah)

Baow, baow, baow

Baow, baow, baow

Every fuckin' track (Hardheaded, baby)