Exposing Me Remix (feat. Rooga)

Ayy, Ewell I 'on't want no autotune, fuck all that shit Steve Chill on the beat Sliz Dreams This how they want me to come Back the fuck up, ayy, ayy That's the way it go I'ma hit this cunt, you hit that cut Betta know which way to go Got some information that you bitch niggas would hate to know Niggas talk that shit but they don't even know who made the O Drop a bag on ya head, my shootas get paid to blow Fuck around and slide through the O, like I'm from the O Let off 23 then 7 more, that's how I come for bro T. Roy ain't get shot inside his head but he ain't make it though They got so many dead niggas, bitch I don't know who to smoke I 'on't know who to smoke, but I'll take Lil Boo to go I can see him through the smoke Ayy, ayy, caught his ass comin' out yo crib, shot him through the door Tweakin' off the mids, I think Lil Steve comin' through the floor He got caught in traffic, Waldo ain't get to finish his status He on the internet laughin', cappin', then got caught without it Fuck yo homie dead, you heard what I said Fuck Sheroid, fuck Odee, fuck D-Thang, and fuck Tire Head You niggas hoes to me, you couldn't even get close to me I keep my heater, it's right by my side So watch how you walk when approachin' me Ayy, baldy got smoked by a tree Run up on him with the stick and smoked him like a leaf Now they chalkin' up the street For walkin' up the street, please stop talkin' up the beef J Money got it the worst of me, that's how it's supposed to be There's a lot of niggas that I'm not even Gon' mention but they where they supposed to be Uh, niggas be thinkin' they killers, uh, you look like a ghost to me Boy I been smokin' your homie, this shit chokin' me Mentioning Scrapp ain't gon' get you shit but a brand new grave We do it for Scrapp, we done fucked around and made 600 change blocks I'm fresh of a hit, might switch up the clothes, but I got the same Glock You know what it is, we comin' for more, might shoot up the same block These niggas mentionin' Tooka, I'll fuck around, send you to meet him I don't got my Glock, when I see an 'opp, on bro I'ma beat 'em I'm smokin' Lil Steve can't breath, I'm thinkin' it's over I wish I was right there when Lil Boo Got slumped, I would've ran his shit over (Hold on, hold on, hold on, who is Steve on?) Pass him to me, we just add him to the family tree Smacked his ass with the back of the heat Stello got hit from the back of the seat (Damn, the back of the seat?) He tried to get up from the back of the seat They left his head in the back of the seat Murder? Who you murdered? Talkin' about you flippin' shit, what? A burger? Boy you nervous, you ain't never shot no one in person You niggas bitches, where y'all purses? Man you niggas went and dyed y'all hair on purpose But was it worth it? How that's workin'? Man I wouldn't be surprised if they start twerkin' Told 'em stay in tune, bitch I'm workin' Please don't think shit chicken, this ain't Church, nuh Tired of puttin' niggas in these hearses I should get a million for these verses On foenem grave You already know how this shit go Got my blick on me, got my stick on me Back the fuck up All you bop ass hoes, all you goofy ass niggas Memo, stop wearin' that fake ass shit out your daddy van Bitch!