(Armas)

(Jellyy Onnat)

Like, M Row

Shout out MCF, Troops

Frrah, frrah, boom

Like

Tagged, he got his face hit

Took too long to get low when we chased him, like

**** ran out of his Asics, that's what he get for not tying his laces

He got shot, tripped, he ain't make it

Fell on the floor and his skin started scrapin'

He yellin', "They hit me on top of my kidney"

They told him, "That shit probably need a replacement"

Ambulance speedin', new shots got him bleedin'

P-Pass out, way too much pressure, can't take it

That anesthesia just gave him amnesia

He woke up lost in the gown and was naked (Frrah, frrah, boom ****, like)

Rowski, timeout, I gotta speak

Why do they rap like they harmin' the Ts?

That's never the case, **** know how we get in them V's, every trip, we make a scene

Shots fired, tryna connect to his bean

The red tips tap him, then you see him bleed

They always get touched when they glide through these P's, the last one we hit, we saw him on TV

Whenever they troll me, I run up a ten, like, stash and then do it again

Walk in any Chev' and quickly box a stim

Had to back him down, he was watchin' my pen

I will not pull up if I can't bring the Gen, Nunnie in the cut with like ten different friends

If you know, you know, always get it in

Push up, we gon' show you just how we defend

I-I start flockin', everyone fallin' and belongings droppin'

Three opps got hit with that hot shit and they ain't doin' shit but bunny hoppin'

Jeff Blixk got hit in his noggin, when y'all gon' hop in that ride and go pop it?

Opp thot, hate that she a lil toxic

Long as she send through whatever that drop is

I'm not changin' the topic, B Rose was duckin' and dodgin'

I was pissed off I never shot him

Nazzy was runnin', that's word to my mother, when he fell to the floor, I just thought he was flopping

Gotta use your logic, don't be dumb

Before you mention us, you gotta tap your pockets

Any Pitchforks spotted, I drop it

Ty Gz boogied when he saw me flock it (Word to my dead)

Tie your laces or run out of luck, big dog, I could never beef with pups

You clutchin' your G? You got it tucked? I'm dumpin' it first and I'm makin' him duck

Grazed him, I heard it took off a chunk, if he would've died, the blunt would've got stuffed

Watch how I up it, aim it, dump

We go bullet for bullet and I don't give a fuck