Bro just killed the demon, he a devil I still treat him like he just one of the

Fellas I'm out here with Lucifer, he got on that

Prada shit I might do that Mike Amiri till I'm fuckin

Tired of it Smokin' on that gold label, you can't find

No pot like this, the stamp on that a scorpion you ain't gettin' blocks like this, lil

Bro, he just get shotted and then start poppin' shit

Young **** rockin' shit, he was spendin' buyin' shit

Before he started coppin' shit, coupe look like a drag car

It's just me and Wop in this, this right here a handgun

It just got choppa clip, shoota got eleven rings

He ain't even in the news, reportin' from the trenches

Back where we don't get no interviews this shit crazy, she a baby havin' babies

Gave young boy that game for free, he ain't have to pay me

Shit I feel like Wallo, reekin' bitch look like mulatto

Rollin' off that Casamigo, she keep kissin' on my palo

30 stuffed with hollows, my last hoppy got a halo

My young boy a soldier, said that switch you like a Draco

Bro just shot his movie, he ain't make it on no headlines

Had to keep it low, cause he ain't tryin', see no FED time

I just left the county, I got right back to them blues

All hunnids on my crip shit, six blicks and they all cousins

I ain't walkin' when you catch me on the move

All runnin', stayin' down, all winter, stayin' down all summer

I got six **** with me, and all of them runners

All of them shooters, bet you all of them comin

All of them movin', bet you all of them tuckin

I got six bitches with me, bet you all of them fuckin

It's just me and Sosa in the field, we runnin' base off

Pitchin' and we runnin' with them sticks like it's baseball

And we at the brim, there's nine .mm , will knock your face off

Off set the switch, spin with the Glick, I bet he take off

Middle of the jungle, kitted warring with them demons

It's the trenches, we're up in the score, is considered grievin

Bro just lost his body, I pray that he make it back

Lil' bro just stole a Johnny, he said he know where they at

Slat, slat, make it back, stack, pack, I'm gettin' back

This the trap, bet I shoot it off the dribble like I'm Mack

Middle of the jungle, kitted warring with them demons

It's the trenches, we're up in the score, consider grievin

They just killed my man and we spent back and now we two up

Cuz keep tryin' tell me about his beef and I'm like, who up

**** just be cappin', FN' do a **** tragic

Make the whole clip disappear, hocus pocus, this shit magic

Got some North **** with me now and they ain't with the chatter

Brody got the ladder, he gon' swing it for the rapper

Drillin' in some fashion, turn a opp into ashes

Got that Glicky on me now, hunting , Brody just was fastin

This shit'll ever lasting and see a opp, I bet I blast him

Bro be grindin', he a thrasher, tell that ho I ain't no pastor

I can't save her, I can't love her, I just dick her

I don't hug her, this shit different over here, cause we got money