Suck my fucking dick ****

Fuck Izzy, fuck Biggz

(Damn Jefe)

We slid back, **** thought it was over

Siyah got shot, he was shaking his shoulder

Shhh hit, run 'em over

Biggz died on the couch, not a loafer

**** get hit, start singing like Oprah

Opp thot on that block, we toast her

They keep capping, like Rico got hit

Benji got tagged in the back of his shin

**** know what we do for our kin

When we flock, we goin' for the win

Lil Tae on my phone acting like he a bitch

We was outside, walking all through their shit

Stop 1 dead, we on that strip

B-Biggie dead, hit in his chin

Like fuck it, we out to go sin

**** is dead, yo David go pick up his hat

Yo Bhazz go pick up his neck

Bitch I'm the Makk, give a fuck 'bout a Jet

Screaming out Kuu while I'm smoking his neck

Justo got beat, hit with the left

I'm tired of all the disrespect, when you come to my side better come make it correct

**** know what we did, all black for the P, every time that we slid

Almost flicked on a kid, thought that was lil Tae, almost took off his wig

Lil Dot should've died, Qdot would've cried, but that's what's gon' take for them **** to slide

(Lil Dot should've died, Qdot would've cried, but that's what's gon' take for them **** to slide, word to bro)

LNG with my heat, where they at?

Before they was Jet, we was upping on Makk

Now we in that street, tryna up on a Hat

I don't care if he Hound, **** better get back

We threw shots on that block and came back

But they not gon' talk about that

Tryna go for the P, every time I attack

Got the drop from a thot, we gon' do 'em like Fatz

Where he going? Bro tryna get on his hill

They ain't know it was me, all black for the drill

Lumpy a rat, heard he jacking 'em still

In the back of LG, I was packing my steel

I ain't gon' talk 'bout them drills, but we did a lot up that Hill

Never got shot, ask ya man's how it feel

Back out, I'm 'bout to show 'em my skill

Biggie dead, **** brain got spilled

**** think it's a game, I'ma show 'em it's real

Hop out gang, hope bro got the wheel

Died through the beam on his face, gave him chills

(Died through the beam on his face, gave him chills)

Like I'm 'bout to do it

No bike, no V, had to troop it

Dot say my name one more time, I'ma lose it

Yo Bhazz, I'm 'bouta loot it

Why would you mention me up in your music

Almost got shot four times, are you stupid?

Ask bro "Where you at?", he acting clueless

**** know it get deeper than music (Word to bro)

We on that block, yo who that?

Almost flicked on a cop

They keep telling me chill, please don't tell me to stop

I'm 'bout to buggout, flick it in they lot

Smoking on Kuu, we do that a lot

Biggie brains, roll up the pain

Not tryna take risks, you can't hang with the gang

If you got what I need, **** you a-