(Mommy, India got the beats)

(Ayo, Keyz, make 'em feel it all)

Call him D Wade, one of my opps had caught three to the chest

We shoot at necks, so save your money, don't even buy a vest

Said you want smoke, just get in line and we gon' whack you next

When I buy opps, I call my brothers 'cause they shoot the best

At the wake the only time them **** get to rest (Grrt)

Bitch, I'm a shooting star, I kill 'bout my respect

No ref, we ride with TECs

Out of bounds, catch 'em

Like a pre-game warmup, we gon' leave you stretched

Bodies droppin' 'cause all my shooters clumsy

He dropped a diss, we wrapped his ass up like a fucking mummy

Head top, leave him brain dead, same **** say he a crash dummy

Know **** that won't even die for theyself sayin' they'll kill for me

No construction work, I got some **** that's gon' drill for me

He cracked a four, then died, I was cracking up when they killed buddy

That pussy **** dead, shit got me dead, can't lie it's still funny

Better have a rope around me than a thief 'cause it's gon' kill me if you steal from me

I broke her heart some years 'go, wonder if she still love me

Sent a text that I can help you put it back together

Stood in the rain without a jacket or sweater

That shit had made me a man

Bro got juvenile life, I just wrote him a letter

Oh, 'bout love I don't know

I'm in traffic sippin' green right now, prolly why I been on go

Call him D Wade, one of my opps had caught three to the chest

We shoot at necks, so save your money, don't even buy a vest

Said you want smoke, just get in line and we gon' whack you next

When I buy opps, I call my brothers 'cause they shoot the best

At the wake the only time them **** get to rest (Grrt)

Bitch, I'm a shooting star, I kill 'bout my respect

No ref, we ride with TECs

Out of bounds, catch 'em

Like a pre-game warmup, we gon' leave you stretched

Like a freaky bitch, we get these **** smashed any time of the day

I bought bilingual bullets for my chopper, it's a Russian K

Got hollow tips in every Glock that I clutch, this bitch'll eat your face

Set him up with a ho, cremate the bitch and throw him in a vase

He wasn't no big opp, he was a lil' dog, I could fit him in a urn

We call these glizzies fire 'cause these R.I.P. bullets rip and burn

Might die, you missed a turn, I ain't sparing children, never too young to die

I know I ain't French, but once I die, I know I'm gon' fry

'Fore I go, just look me in my eyes and don't tell me a lie

Poppin' Percocets to clear my mind, I try not to cry

Lil' bitch told me that I caught her eye, I must look like a stye

It ain't no name on them bullets flyin', either die or comply

My ex-bitch keep callin' me, why? She know that it's too late for that

Got her pregnant and it ain't survive, I'll never get that baby back

How she did me, know I hated that

Been to hell and made it back

And my pants so big, my pockets fat

And these skinnies for a lot of racks

Call him D Wade, one of my opps had caught three to the chest

We shoot at necks, so save your money, don't even buy a vest

Said you want smoke, just get in line and we gon' whack you next

When I buy opps, I call my brothers 'cause they shoot the best

At the wake the only time them **** get to rest (Grrt)

Bitch, I'm a shooting star, I kill 'bout my respect

No ref, we ride with TECs

Out of bonds, catch 'em

Like a pre-game warmup, we gon' leave you stretched