Morgue

He get smoked in the back woods

Put 'em in a backwood

Talking down on me then I'ma whoop him like his dad would

Damn, why he acting up he act like we won’t pack him up?

Put him in a blunt or sum', there’s no way that they’re catching up

Damn, they can’t catch me

Running fast like a track meet

Hit 'em where his tracks meet

Leave his body in the back streets

Boy, this choppa make 'em backflip

He not 'bout that action

Choppa split 'em like a fraction

Shoulda focused on your bag, bitch

Damn, they can’t catch me

Running fast like a track meet

Hit 'em where his tracks meet

Leave his body in the back streets

Boy, this choppa make 'em backflip

He not 'bout that action

Choppa split 'em like a fraction

Shoulda focused on your bag, bitch

Boy, this choppa make 'em dance, make 'em twerk

Make 'em do a spin, make 'em hit the fucking floor

Find out where you at and knock down yo' fucking door

Putting bullets through his back, we gon' send 'em to the morgue

He get smoked in the back woods

Put 'em in a backwood

Talking down on me then I'ma whoop him like his dad would

Damn, why he acting up he act like we won’t pack him up?

Put him in a blunt or sum', there’s no way that they’re catching up

Damn, they can’t catch me

Running fast like a track meet

Hit 'em where his tracks meet

Leave his body in the back streets

Boy, this choppa make 'em backflip

He not 'bout that action

Choppa split 'em like a fraction

Shoulda focused on your bag, bitch