I ain’t boxing wit no **** all I know is shoot, if Teezy bend dat block, and spot a opp dem hollows coming through

Ain’t stingy wit dis stick he wit his bitch den she gone get it too, we dropped so many opps if they ain’t die they in shitter, want the smoke, I’m at ya door like Amazon bitch I deliver, 556s rip through shit da bitch got hit all in his liver

Heard he say he miss his potna well da switch a send ya wit em, we ain’t sparing no more **** hope you get that understood, gutta chick from cross the tracks but bitch I’m good in any hood, **** claim he was a demon so I sent em to da reaper, left da bitch in Sunday’s best stretched out right in front da preacher

Caught his potna at da movies turned dat bitch into a sequel, we be squeezing y’all be running, on my mama we ain’t equal, you can’t play me like no pussy not no Tina mo like Ike, fuck da system what I’m hollering till dem bitches free Lil Mike

Get da drop up on a Opp den run down on em get ta bussin, how the fuck is blood thicker when I feel like fuck my cousin, try and stay up off da net cause I know I can take it far, no get back gang we get off first, let off shots and start a war, pussy bitch thought he was safe behind dat tint, I’m on that car

 Got a dick fa every diss, plus onna back it gotta switch, (everyb) how the fuck you shoot a whole hunnid shots and still miss? Show my ass give no fuck bout how hating **** feel, swing dat stick like Derek Geter you know dats my favorite skill, he keep asking bout a date but bitch I rather go and drill,

Send his head back in a box to let his mammy know it’s real, put yo set up think we boxing hollow tips they hit his face, smoking (ahhhh) but put it out cause ion like how dat shit taste, not a killer but don’t push me tell a bitch stay out my way, heard he ratted on his potna just to get a lesser sentence, how you went from codefendant to da ppl star witness

Took my lick ain’t Neva fold won’t tolerate no scared business, lotta **** think they hot till they get hit up with dat flame, bitch I’m way up out dat 3rd but fuck with **** out dat gang! up da score eye for eye, bitch we spinning till they die, steady saying I’ma target watch how quick I open fire, opposition buying guns just let me know when they gone use it

Steady rapping like they smackers they ain’t dropping shit but music, err **** round me clutching we don’t do no sharing sticks, and let em run up in da house I got some shit dat go through bricks Ian boxing wit you bitches all I know is shoot my stick, while y’all was inside getting fucked, I was toting glocks with dicks, feeling lucky come and die just copped a AR wit a switch, it’s DOA no ICU cause when I up it ion miss