(MTM, hit 'em with the heat)

Woke up in the mornin' feelin' sick, I need a pill to pop (Pop-pop, pop)

We the type to pull up with them sticks, AKs and Gen5 Glocks (Five, Glocks)

I was feelin' fiendish, might just kill him for that pint of Wock' (Oh no, no)

Know I'm gon' sip it, don't need flip it, I got hella stocks (Pop out, sip!)

I got hella bands, homie strapped like Taliban

I was out in France, smokin' 80's, eating branzino (Oh no, no)

You know I ordered escargot

You want smoke with me, just know yo' ass get got (Pop out, sip)

I heard his ass got shot (He did)

I see you on the pavement, ICU your next stop

Best friends with the doc' from all the scripts we was bustin' (Okay, he was)

So if you survive this surgery, I'll have him pull yo' plug and (Okay, he will)

Nowadays you can't trust nobody, not even yo' cousin (Oh no, no)

And that bitch that you cuddlin' let the whole squad hit for nothin' (Oh whoa, whoa)

No such thing as lovin' playin' with these itty bitty bitches

Fell in love with drank, but to the money, I'm addicted

I'm a big fish, put him on my hit list

I'm 5150, so prolly should be committed

In this business, no such thing as friendship

They say can't choose family and all my brothers is with it

They all Bobo, kinda slow and loco (Okay, they is)

So it don't mean shit to put this .40 to yo' dome, skull, blow (Blow)

His head off, off with his head like Saddam (Pop-pop, pop)

Killin' bad, but it just feel so right, so how can it be wrong? (Big Juice tha Sip!)

Woke up in the mornin' feelin' sick, I need a pill to pop (Pop-pop, pop)

We the type to pull up with them sticks, AKs and Gen5 Glocks (Five, Glocks)

I was feelin' fiendish, might just kill him for that pint of Wock' (Oh no, no)

Know I'm gon' sip it, don't need flip it, I got hella stocks (Pop out, sip!)

I got hella bands, homie strapped like Taliban

I was out in France, smokin' 80's, eating branzino (Oh no, no)

You know I ordered escargot

You want smoke with me, just know yo' ass get got (Pop out, sip)