I was out there with the killers and shit, we ain't tryna rob nobody

Them **** cappin' all they raps, we know you ain't shot nobody

That **** a big dog to you, to us, he is not nobody

Bro, pull up, shoot that shit in his face, he ain't got blow by em

I got my youngin' to switch for Christmas, that **** ain't never miss

He gifted, tell him put him in a ditch, he listen

Fuck him, that's what he get for dissin

Fill him with holes, he Swiss cheese, tryna rap somethin' on Christmas Eve

She won't kiss me, bitch, please, she ain't fuckin, bitch, leave

You know this bond we got get deep, I'm talkin' six feet

He was standin' right there in front of my car, how the fuck he miss me

I ain't never had smoke with him, his dick eating ass just dissed me

We real life gangstas, get some work then take the kids to Disney

I tell bro to stay in today, but he tryna kill somethin

I keep takin' these E pills back to back, I'm tryna feel somethin

He don't lie, that's why I like him, he said he just did a lil' somethin

We up that pole, we want your soul, that's the only time we steal somethin

I told my youngin' if he tryna kill, you gotta get close and, aim for his head

I got some **** not comin' home

Sad to say they gon' die in the feds, we just tryna survive and shit

No more nine to five in it, I mix the fetty with the work

Cause I like multiplying shit, we got a life supply of it

So I'm gon' keep providing it, **** been knew I was him

They just keep denying it, I rock my ice anywhere I go

I'm comfortable, I'm God's favorit, gumbo hit

Like niemadeit, for the gang we top players

We get the drop, we not playin, we on his spot with Glock's laying

I'm talkin' homicide, we left his mama crying she traumatized

I don't know why he tried, he tried to get some clout and he got clapped

He came through and did his thing, but it was worse when we got back

They tryna say that I just rap, but **** know that that shit cap

When we hopped out on Lil' Cuzz, he almost had a heart attack

You mention my name, you die today, you not gettin' money then find a way

I might take your bitch and fly away, I might take your bitch and fly away

Don't want **** around me, that's too timid

My shooters gone' hop out and do ****, gotta show me a hundred if you wining

Gotta show me a hundred if you winning

Don't want **** around me, that's too timid

My shooters gon' hop out and do ****, gotta show me a hundred if you winning

Gotta show me a hundred if you winning

I told my youngin' if he tryna kill, you gotta get close and aim for his head

I got some **** that's not comin' home, sad to say they gone' die in the feds

We just tryna survive and shit, no more nine to five in it

I mix the fetty with the work, cause I like multiplying shit