Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(**** know who always first to shoot)
(I'm hopping' out boy this shit personal)
(Is these hollows and a hearse for you)
[Verse 2]
Aye!
Choppa hardwood, I'm wit all wolves
Every day I talk to Drake and make sure my dawg good
Took a L on a stick, but it still ain't no scrappin'
Went and dropped another Glock, wtf I look like lackin'
Called my baby momma, she like, "Here we go again
You better use yo' brains fo' they be all on yo' mans"
12 ain't stoppin' shit **** ima get mine
All these colors on my chain, look like Tekashi69
I don't Instagram beef, I keep shit in the streets
Bullets ain't got no name but I wrote your's on these
I know these **** ain't on shit cos I'm still around
See a opp this 40 gone bust quick like it's been a while
I'm tryna bump into the opps and let off K rounds
But **** tryna rap battle, this ain't 8 Mile
I wrote my own lil' Commandment, and it go like this
Any **** reach for Thy chain shall not reach again
[Verse 3]
Put this 40 to yo' dome, make you think again
Put yo' brains on the flo' see what you think it is
Better ask about me, I put in leg work
Fucked yo' bitch and kicked her out, she made my head hurt
Told that bitch, "You only want me for my neck boo
How ironic, I jus' want you for yo' neck too
If you know me, say sumn', don't just be starin' boy
Been done fired on a fan, I be paranoid
50 in the chop, I feel bad fo' who catching these
Outta 50, I'm sendin forty-six .223's
I ain't goin' nowhere, that's why they hate me
When you popping' **** start popping' up with fake beefs
[Verse 4]
They sayin' we ain't bout it? **** know who always first to shoot
Fuck a drive-by; I'm hoppin' out boy this shit personal
Only thing I got is these hollows and a hearse for you
Heard there's money on my head, if it is y'all got some work to do
They sayin' we ain't bout it? **** know who always first to shoot
Fuck a drive-by; I'm hoppin' out boy this shit personal
Only thing I got is these hollows and a hearse for you
Heard there's money on my head, if it is y'all got some work to do
[Verse 5]
Get left in the streets, with yo' top piece hangin'
It ain't a Blood or a Crip, but this chop be banging'
In the streets; momma said you bet not be slangin'
She peep the snake befo' me, she said "Watch who you hang wit'"
Raised by my OG, but by the streets got adopted
Ain't have a pops, or get allowance; only had few options
But let me tell you this, I don't fear no ****
I bet this choppa got mo' rounds than a nympho ****
But accordin' to the 'gram, everybody gettin' money
Soon as a **** get dropped they gotta make a GoFundMe
Man sumn' ain't addin' up, I cannot make this up
40 tucked like its sleep, he don't want me to wake it up
**** said I'm fucked up, **** can kill that
I take care of home first, my son ain't missed a meal yet
Real **** gon' feel that, I'm out on bond wit' cases pendin'
But I still keep the peace, like I'm tryna' make a difference.
[Verse 6]
They sayin' we ain't bout it? **** know who always first to shoot
Fuck a drive-by; I'm hoppin' out boy this shit personal
Only thing I got is these hollows and a hearse for you
Heard there's money on my head, if it is y'all got some work to do
They sayin' we ain't bout it? **** know who always first to shoot
Fuck a drive-by; I'm hoppin' out boy this shit personal
Only thing I got is these hollows and a hearse for you
Heard there's money on my head, if it is y'all got some work to do
Written by: Alwoo
