Got 1400, stay workin' the wheel, I call my bro, he workin' the V

**** know I fuck with the East and the West, got bros in the back, still throwin' up C's

Two 3.5's, full of dead ****, I'm smokin' opps, call the blunt KD

You know them **** ain't been outside, since one day bros got put on a tee

I hop out the back, still blowin' that bitch, and throw me a K, ****, fuck lil' shiesty

Slime gon' throw me the oop, I call him lil' slitha, cause my bro get super slimey let's do it

Forty out the stick, but I still got fifty, I call up Luh Threat, we dumpin' a ninety

He talkin' bout spinnin', but I been dropped the low

You know where I'm at, so bitch, come find me

YSW to a gunshot wound, like man who did it, got face on the tee

I know he ain't been the same since, his bro got smacked, ****, fuck lil' crazy

Okay, the drac like to snatch up souls, oh yeah, like a bitch got snatched in the waist

He watch DDG, might give him a halo, I catch me a Y, put switch to the face

If my bro got smacked I bail out the drac, and **** on five, I'm spinnin' for days

Got hit in the leg, I go spin back, I'm tryna hit the top, I ain't leavin' the grave

Don't fuck with my bro, I don't fuck with you, I'm inside they hood, tryna pop this glock

I told that bitch, just PTP, if you don't wanna fuck, I'm passin' the rock

I knew he was dead, before that shit hit news, my bro had told me, his ass on Fox

Tryna argue bout a hoe, I'm laughin' it off, I don't even trip, still fuckin' the thot

I play that bitch, she throwin' that ass, around they crib, go break the glass

I'm smokin' a wood with my **** Dyl, you know LUHT don't come in last

Inside the town, I'm hittin' the backstreet, anywhere I go, I'm keepin' a mask

Come through that bitch, with all my 5's, I'm breakin' bad, put belt to ass on God

Slimey ass **** know I came for the cash

Put the belt on his block, I'll lay in the grass

Just came through this hood with a 7.62, and you know you can't run, cause I got on my mask

Let's beat up the block

I don't even know how many shots let off, I just got on his ass

And I'm post in the trap

**** you can learn this shit, just watch how I get off these bags

I might get off some runts

Then roll his ass up in a blunt

He was dissin' on net so you know that it's up

I get slimey as fuck, if you ain't one of us

I get slimey as fuck, if you ain't one of mine

Creep through the block, give a fuck bout the time

Tryna run this shit up, of the hustlin' and rhyme

Can't hop in this car, if you ain't got a dime

Can't hop in this car, if you ain't got a gun with a switch, on the back of that bitch

Hop out the car, get to wavin' the stick

He was dissin' my mans, how his block got hit

I wasn't even in town, still sending the blitz

I wasn't even in town, still droppin' the low

Spot got hot, so I beat up the road

And I really been lit as a youngin, rich of rap, clothes, and maybe the bows

Run this shit up, and I rock out the shows

Run this shit up, and I jump off the stage

Back in my hood, and they lovin' this shit

When you back in your hood, they like what is your name

I'm on the same shit LUHT on, fresh on the pape, tryna pop this Glock

Hoes in the party, Luh Turna got Don

I turn back around, **** giving them shots

Now that we back to the crib, that **** start trippin'

Smashing the gas, gotta know I'm whippin'

Grenn goblin ass yodo, because I'm sippin

She keep that shit P, then I might start trickin'

**** bail out the car, left his ass so wicked

I'm the number one gunner, but I'm way in the diesel, I call up lul' CO, and you know how he blickin'

On bro ****