(Damn)

(I just do it)

(Again and again and again)

Aye, aye (and again)

Yuh (haha)

They said I can't tone it down

Why the fuck would try

Fo' put this red eye to him

Like the chopper was high

I'm back after a brick 'cuz I ain't seen the sky

He ran outta buzz and he wondering why, shit

Who the fuck was this guy

You could disappear and nobody would cry

That pussy lyin' on his soul?

Then I'm kicking him out

Shit, I'm the best out my lo'

And that's without a doubt

Who the fuck else rapping where I was about?

If jit finna lie, what he capping about?

I put the map onto my city

Cuz ain't got shit in the Rat to the Mouth

Bend the block so hard, we broke its back

It need ibuprofen, stat

Roaches, rats, vultures, cats

I rode with them all and I drove em back

I was the plug even without the drugs

Folks coming 'round just see how it was

Come now, don't think I don't know wassup

And bitch, ain't no way you came in here to fuck

Jit changing by the season, but in Florida its always heated

So if I'm on fire, you all know the reason

One shot, and you never gon' see him

Two Glocks, think my shooter the reaper

Do not, talk on me or my people

I'll keep this shit legal, but it might get lethal

That ratjack walking, get caught when he leaving

They said I was a young rap fiend, everybody else outta the question

It might be in his genes, but I'm still better than him

I promise you

If its for an RV, then I'm buying a truck

They know its your boy Jeesh, keeping shit loud as fuck

Just like back in the day with my whip opened up

They said I can't tone it down (turn that shit the fuck down)

Why the fuck would try

Fo' put this red eye to him

Like the chopper was high

I'm back after a brick 'cuz I ain't seen the sky

He ran outta buzz and he wondering why, shit

Who the fuck was this guy

You could disappear and nobody would cry

That pussy lyin' on his soul

Then I'm kicking him out

Shit, I'm the best out my lo'

And that's without a doubt

Who the fuck else rapping where I was about?

If jit finna lie, what he capping about?

I put the map onto my city

Cuz ain't got shit in the Rat to the Mouth

He ain't got shit

Chit chat, we gon' pull up with sticks

No hands, I'mma beat him with kicks

Kick back, we'll be back if he lives

And I'm hittin' my target, I'm dumpin' the clip

He got put in a blender, he up in the mix

**** thought he was scheming, he ended up creeping

That **** was fiending about him a brick

I was serving the block, said he needed his fix

You won't see me in court I be duckin' subpoenas

I stay with my piece, we like Martin and Gina

Knock the wind out his chest now he got emphysema

I beatdown on his block, I turn that to Amida

We beatdown on his block, had to call up my brother

That boy thought he escaped, we gon' plot on his mother

Put the piece to his lips now they kissing each other

.223 with the silence, I won't be discovered

Big glock

I be riding around with the big chop

And my hands tied up with the big knots

But them hoes stay glued to the big pot

100k on my wrist watch

Fuck around he could get shot

If I said it I mean it

That boy thought he was poppin', we leaving him leakin'

If he play with the gang, then we turn into demons

They said I can't tone it down

Why the fuck would try

Fo' put this red eye to him

Like the chopper was high (bah, bah, bah)

I'm back after a brick 'cuz I ain't seen the sky

He ran outta buzz and he wondering why, shit

Who the fuck was this guy

You could disappear and nobody would cry

That pussy lyin' on his soul

Then I'm kicking him out

Shit, I'm the best out my lo'

And that's without a doubt

Who the fuck else rapping where I was about?

If jit finna lie, what he capping about?

I put the map onto my city

Cuz ain't got shit in the Rat to the Mouth

(We ain't got shit)