Just hit bro them in the v gang what y'all been on

My shooter say they spin a few blocks since i been gone

Know this choice right but all this shit just feel wrong

Coming up rhymes all night tryna put the v on

Big drik told boy you bout to blow just keep going

Call twin twice and brodie ain't pick up

But i know it's forever hotside brodie ain't switched up

G lock 22 left it back home doobz got it switched up

Showed me 100 round that would fuck a **** shit up

Soo hood fuck around put stars in a honda

From the island where we live evil **** not wakanda

Everyday before you brush your teeth make sure clutch your hammer Catch us creeping late night like we work for santa

Hope i put 2 million up before i get hit from my karma

Brodie got hit with a sentence he can't find a period

What happen to shhh boy that shit real mysterious

We could go to war if you serious Got some shit hit real fast and it furious

Know a bitch down to swallow nut won't let it go to waste

Brodie mask drop on a play soo he got a pending case

And to get my shooter home i'll do whatever it takes

Free form on my top fuck i look like tryna cap

Getting cheese **** i can't get caught up hanging with rats

Riding down the i with the stick right in my lap

And she only on my dick because hear a **** rap

Wanna get high send 5 and you could get that

In the v throwing up v's screaming with that

Putting in work and i still ain't got a six pack

Tired a this slut tell the opp come get his bitch back

Bro stop that capping on the net go get some get back

Slide slide slide

If i open trap late they coming banging at the door

Cause i get that good shit that shit that would make you want some more

Life lesson get a bag cause that shit atrack the whores

Cant wait until i blow take gang them on tours

Put ma in a big house shit we couldn't afford

And rip my papas the realest billy ford

Feeling better now been praying to the lord

That everyday wake i ain't gatta sling this rod

Came from a city a lil stare down get you ride on

Really get real when woogs sight in his eye gone

Bout a year later bro die damn my guy gone

Rest up blessed and ply brodem fly on

Even when them **** right we still ride wrong

Still gone hop in the car when the gas light on

Riding down i in a caddie doing 180

Reminiscing bout my pass life and how the v made me

Praying to the lord but i still visit the woo lady

Can't die knowing my momma cry can't let the streets take me

So i still keep a stick although no opps in this city

I just hope my people straight whenever karma choose to come get

Cause i know i did my dirt ran down left a bitch filthy

Hoes calling from the v talking bout how they miss me

It's this bag before the love on the road to a milly

Watch them **** fall These bop hoes them **** silly

Hope i put up 2 milly

Before karma come get me

Big up my shooter munna he run down killy killy