Attached a beam up on my K I’m loading In match

Hopped in a stolo I ask Fozo where we Landing at

Pick a spot where they stayin at

Hoppin out where we Layin at

Campin outside his house

When he walk out Put his face where he step

Got off that game and started playin wit sticks in real life

Got 4 stars but need 1 more

I’m tryna feel just what that kill like

Actin hard but you go choke

Wen pressure hit it bitch get real life

My white boy he be on dope he take hit before dat hit like

Say I did that bad

But don’t come ask me bout no murder

I want that **** bad

Yeah I got shot but ask who hurtin

On gawd I could’ve crashed

Was at the store that bitch was nervous

ITook my lick I should’ve murcked em

2ITB steady lurkin

Empty soul with a full clip

But aye on gang I’m sendin Hits

Got perfect aim I Neva miss

The day it rain they post his shit

I buss his brain then make diss

The way it sang we Makin hits

Don’t say my name don’t fw dick

Was on the game when he got picked

I’m strictly onnat murder I sign a deal that’s fa my gang

No pussy in my circle I’ll be hoe if I ain’t change

Think witcha hawt it’s curtains

Na **** reppin off yo name

That’s where he live for certain ?

Let’s try to catch em wbaee

(On triggatre)

That bet not bring that shit thus way (yeah)

I told my gawd my soul to take (I told my gawd my soul take) misunderstood I’m every way (how I get caught in this shit)

But I just copped a brand new k

Back in that mode now let’s relay

I’m out my mind I go cray cray

Heard shiny bussed em in his face

That’s what the fuck this shit go take

Dem **** speaking on my name

Them **** lien I swea they fake

When they start dien I swea I’m blamed

I’m steady riding wit dat flame

I miss my uncles free da game

And they keep tellin me don’t trip about a lot shit

I felt dat led ain’t cry

I caught dem bitches ain’t no droppin shit

I say the word they slide but not right na

Just know I gotcha bitch

I’m playin at ya ma I swea I’m childish on some cocky shit

That’s what you sliding with ?

Bitch you ain’t stoppin shit

Cutta hold 50 run down onna ****

Make it louder quick

Take off his shirt he burn he feel those hollows hit

Lit shiny out his top put down dem Glocks na got dem F&N

You know im on dat Steppa bizz

New song I’m tryna flex a bitch

You not my round don’t tell me shit

Aim down dem sights knock off his chin

They speakin on my name

Aint got no fame but I send bookoo hits

Get off my dick

Pick up a stick

He innocent free Fozo bitch He took my lick