(Shut the fuck up, y'all **** ain't know shit) SG, SG

(All y'all motherfuckers talkin' about, "Chief Keef ain't no hitter, Chief Keef ain't this, Chief Keef a fake")

(Shut the fuck up, y'all don't live with that ****) ****, that's not P, ****

(Y'all know that **** got caught with a ratchet, shootin' at the police and shit) Grrah, grrah

(**** been on probation since fuckin', I don't know when) SG, SG, like, I ain't comin' to play no more, ****

(Motherfucker, stop fuckin' playin' him like that, them **** savages out there) Y'all know how I the fuck I get, ****, every trip, every scene, it was me, ****

(If I catch another motherfucker talkin' sweet about Chief Keef) On the set

(I'm fuckin' beatin' they ass)

Nobody gon' die, ****, your block sweet

I'm outside all night with Messiah The G

Just me and Jay Blu, we was troopin' through P's

Don't let me catch Lamar and I'll beat him with the G

You on the pound, ****, that's not P

Said you smokin' on bro, ****, now we can meet

I was troopin' they Ave, I ain't need me a ski

And they told me it's up and now they gettin' spleed (I seen a—)

I seen a opp on a strip tryna flee, if you wasn't that fast, no need for the G

But his mans not safe when I hop out the V

If I catch him, we kill him, we leave him deceased

They know my body, I up five green

Don't ask me no questions, it's not what it seem

Walk down gang, all my **** elite

And I'm with the 3rds, ****, I'm SG

My name ring bells when they mentionin' me

Lil 2 on my side and he flockin' this glee

BC like Freddy, hop out in your dreams and we got some big shit, ARs and Ps

No need for no chest, I'll knock off your green

Like, how many died? Like four in a week

And we made the Ave, we got multiple scenes

Like, oh my god, what happened to MB?

Bitch, I'm the 'Rip, let it flock at a Sleeze

Did a drill on the camera, it said say cheese

I looked at the footage, they know it was me

And if we playin' tag, I'm never gonna freeze

'Cause I made them duck every time that I squeeze

Not only the rapper, I up when I please

And we all get high when I smoke Mark B

And I mention they name, but it's only in T's

One of them died now they tryna make peace and these **** be talkin' 'bout G2G

But I'm tryna send them like six feet deep

But we caught a— but they ain't even peep

Stepped over the body, I ain't even leap

And that's what's gon' happen, you think I'm a dweeb

I came with my broom, but don't think I'm a Sweep

And I bodied the floor, ain't nobody can tweak

I'm in the Ville, I'm lookin' for the Gz

Like, PFA what? I'm lookin' for Lil Leek

Kay Blu on my side, tryna flock out the heat

But he on the ankle, we gotta TP

But we on them sides and they can't even speak

And we caught a hit, I think we on a streak

And the way how I shoot, I should be in the league

When we gettin' low, we don't care 'bout fatigue

Critical injuries, blood on the tee, stand over top so he know that it's me

And they showed me the chop and I think I'ma tweak

Send me to my best friend, we gonna see

**** be cappin', you knew that was me

You can ask 'em, I had it, that shit in my jeans

And I know a bitch, lil'— shh, is a treesh

My bestie go 'ku, she do that shit for me

Part two comin' soon, better pree over scenes

And we on that big block, servin' them fiends

And suck my dick, I don't care if he bleed

Lil Mar, I'm lookin' for you in the P

I'm comin' for you, ****

Word to my dead, ****

**** gon' be dead, ****

Glaah

(Word to my mother, Turtle)

We gon' knock the forks out that ****, word to my dead, **** (Nikx)

**** know my body, **** (SXM, you made this?)

Glaah, glaah, glaah, **** (FX)