Yeah, (cook up that crack Leek)

It’s up, Alley God

This money it’s changin’ me, whole brick you a half a key, meanin’ these **** ain’t half of me

Dotted line **** play for keeps, bodies found said they goin’ for cheap ain’t missin’ shit **** beat for beat

**** robbin’ and they won’t eat, nightmares **** can’t sleep

Patna called me got a demon in ‘em, 30 shots gotta leave it in ‘em (gotta leave it in ‘em)

Omerta mob couldn’t see it in ‘em, next move this a checkmate

Ion fuck with these rappers they too fake, sweet lil bitch give a tooth ache (hah)

Whenever I ate then your crew ate

Greedy my shooter want 2 plates (want 2 plates), momma prayed for him but it’s too late

Somebody better call 9-1 come and save him, can’t fight fate (can’t fight fate)

Murder rate goin high, shit is on fye, my **** I can’t lie (I can’t lie)

Ridin’ through Atlanta inside, this shit bitin’ **** I can’t die (yeahhh)

Murder gone be the case for me before my momma (yeah) gone pray for me

Imma be the one that’s gone spray for me, Imma be the one that’s gone step for me

None of these **** to big for me, bust these **** they cans to me

Shrimp ass **** just food to me, them yo patnas (oooooo) ain’t cool with me

Bodies droppin’ **** tit for tat, Hellcat I might scat the pack

Tonight a drill comin’ back to back, 100,000 droppin’ nuts for that

Triple cross **** too sneaky, during broad day **** you tweakin’

Fuck these **** leave ya crew leakin’, strip these ****, **** we eatin (we eatin’)

Yeah (yeah)

It’s up, leave it up

Yeah!