(Bitch I keep a stick)

(He get me pissed of in this)

(Swear he gon die)

(yuh)

He a dummy, he from the west, I keep a TEC

I see them bullets go off in the function

If he try to run we gon aim at his neck

Don't get him pissed off, he gon murder you

I guarantee he gon shoot through the vest

Lil bro this is lift-off

If you not on the plane with the brodies, then you getting left, bitch

Ok its no problem with me if you wanna go slide

He just be running his m-fucking mouth, until 4200 come up with the guys

Like I said, no I do not love her, im finna deny

I see lil brodie succumbing to wounds, so I ask him again do he wanna die

(so I ask him again, do he wanna die, yuh)

Do this for my brother, lil bitch

How we came from the gutta, lil bitch

Them bullets they melt him like butter, lil bitch

They salute how I ride with the stick

Brodie chatting don't know he got hit

It took 30 bullets lay him down, and I had to go add an extra assist

In a war we not playing righteous, huh

Broke the rules he caught an indictment, huh

Lil brodie I dont give a fuck if they like it, huh

He a dummy, he from the west, I keep a TEC

I see them bullets go off in the function

If he try to run we gon aim at his neck

Don't get him pissed off, he gon murder you

I guarantee he gon shoot through the vest

Lil bro this is lift-off

If you not on the plane with the brodies, then you getting left, bitch