Ha, ha, whoadie, ha

Hootie hoo, hootie hoo

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oops, it's all goops

Shinra has arrived

RIP, walk with me

For all my fallen soldiers we tote two twenty-two's to the three

It's the P, they all knowing what it be

Off a deuce in a six, I'ma break that bitch G

Turkey in the jungle, hold the Wok or you gon' fumble

You in trouble, we gon' double down, ain't nothing subtle

Whoadies real in the field, every day

Making plays, serving J's, busting K's

Ain't here for all the flexing, only here for the Perc'

Get the packs in, Smith & Wesson hit you in your face

Stakes all in your face, boy stay off in your lane

Pockets full of Xannie bars, Percocets, and cane

Insane, lost my brain a very long time ago

I don't remember where that bitch went, I'm sorry Lil Mote

Free my killers up the road, some got twenty three and one

You will never understand that feeling, you can't see your son

Twenty five to the L, free Lil Marcus out that cell

I would do anything to get my dogs out of jail

Twenty five to the L, free Lil Marcus out that cell

I would do anything to get my dogs out of jail

RIP, walk with me

For all my fallen soldiers we tote two twenty-two's to the three

It's the P, they all knowing what it be

Off a deuce in a six, I'ma break that bitch G

RIP, walk with me

For all my fallen soldiers we tote two twenty-two's to the three

It's the P, they all knowing what it be

Off a deuce in a six, I'ma break that bitch G