Why **** speakin' on me like this shit ain't real

Let's talk about how **** keep dyin' and can't pay they will

This shit is evident These **** talkin' to the cops, givin' up

Evidence That's what Lil' Tayski did

I swear to God, I'd kill myself if I was Tayski's kid

Like how you talk that gangsta shit, and you can't take a bid

Like sit that baby on the bench, give his ass a bib

I told my bitch to tell the truth, why you tellin' fibs

The opps keep dyin', they ain't slidin', they just go to lids

And stitch they name on it These **** scared to claim they work, and

put a name on it I heard they tellin' down the way, they sayin

Names, homie So don't be talkin' on the phones when you

Call a **** Jack All that wolfin' on the net, now we gon

Turn you to a pack I was on North Taylor Street, Ar-15

Tucked in the back I ain't gon' hold you, yeah, they caught

Me slippin', but they ain't wanna send a shot Let me tell you, man, I'm knee deep

I'm talkin' HTV when I'm up on 3 Street Bro, I need a line, uh, call Sleazy

She ain't wanna fuck me when my head peasy dam that's fucked up

She ain't really wanna fuck me when I was fucked up

Damn, she wanna fuck me when I's fucked up Uh, she ain't really wanna fuck me when I was

Fucked up Uh, Dam that's fucked up

This shit real lil woldy, keep your steal, lil homie

Uh, I give a D like I'm a STEELER, homie This shit sweet just cause I'm rappin', I kill

your homie Uh, I put that on the homies

And every time my **** died, I slid from my homies

Yeah, uh, I slid from my brodie I heard you ain't slide for your woldies

Uh, dam that's fucked up