Why this hoe keep dissing Dame, I'ma shoot off this bitch lips

And all the hoes that gossip bout me probably wanna suck my tip

Keep it strapped in bed and in the streets, you know I cannot slip

You can't give me head, then you deceased, you might as well just dip

Bitch, you might as well just go

I'm finna slime him out so crazy, crazy, he think he my bro

You was shitty when your bro died, you started screaming, no

I was shitty when my bro died, but I was ready for war

Let's go

Huh, ****, I was ready to spin

We was getting anything that we could, we had the Smitty, Taurus, FN

And I ain't talking 5.7, I'm talking bout the nine

But we got big and fast shit, that shit changed over time

And if you telling what you saw, then we gon' leave you blind

And she got ass fasho, fasho, I'm trying to get behind

You always asking for some money, know I'm going decline

Put all my problems in THC, guess I'm gon' stimulate my mind

Damn, I gotta clear my thoughts

Ever since that one shit happened, it had been a thing, got bought

Like, nah, damn, no, I can't make a purchase

Bro gon' get off a manslaughter even though he did that shit on purpose

Quit speaking on me, message to the thots

Keep dissing, bro, then y'all gon' die, message to the opps

And message to the guys, watch out for these lil hoes, they might just get you, they playing on both sides

You think they fuck with us, they gon' get you, bro, they in disguise

They act like they support, they really waiting on your demise

And close that back door, isolate yourself what I advise

But when it happen, don't say I ain't tell you, so don't be surprised